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By Ali Date: 2007 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.05.08.42.24856]] |
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Love charged by the hour, and I took it, because I could afford the higher price, and the lesser method of madness that was my brief reverie from things you never stopped to understand. Love charged by the moment, and I took it as if disaster was merely a consequence, not this unearthed ghost of history repeating. Love was not love, but it was. I loved, and you--I can't say. It isn't right, but it was real, but I won't chase your shadow just to feel the sun. |