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The dangers of love are devilish things, For they tickle so sweetly as they gnaw— Gnashing, grinding, tearing—at the gristle Of our souls. And we smile, chuckle, dance On the waves of our own destruction. Yet The tsunami brings rebirth, burgeoning Faith in the depths of unrealized despair, Allowing us to hope once again that our Hearts may find themselves masticated By our own, foolish, never-ending desires.
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