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By Lydia Date: 2002 Jan 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.27.23.03.23337]] |
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"Love is a liar, my friend," you tell me over breakfast. Worship of any majestic power, so fickle as love, will always destroy you. "Truth will deceive you, my dear," around every cornered wall. The rare gift is a whisper, delivered at just that moment of total release. If love is admittedly true, and lies are shared between lovers, where does that leave you and I? |