novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- curveballs she held out her hand. what a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. i'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. the truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the titanic you go down. that's the size of it, the immensity of it. it's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable. 7:28 pm - 03.08.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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