And each man kills the thing he loves,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
(The Valkyries)
What do you think?
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It’s close to impossible to keep your Love alive. In an attempt to live it, maybe we kill it. I’m thinking of death being a vicarious antidote to life.
(My 1st comment on your blog!
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