One half of a famous pair of lovers:
I never asked you to poison yourself
In my toumb. And yet here we are. And your
Dagger with no place to rest. How tragic.
I live in a world where love means nothing
It's trivial to have nothing to lose.
All words are made up of such stuff of dreams.
So there's not much point in preserving the
Fiction of reality. This is not love.
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