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By Vishal Date: 2002 Oct 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.11.20.10.30435]] |
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Speech destroys the function of love I think. If you speak to tell a deer you mean it no harm, it glides away with a single flip of it's tail. Sometimes, the word is the harm. Love isn't what some of the asshole poets want you to think it is. Love has teeth, they bite, the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words can close those lovebites. It's the other way around, that's the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them. Take it from me, I have made my life from the words and I know that it is so. |