The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't ring
Alain de Botton (Essays In Love)
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Oh to be the cause ...
oh to be the cause聽
of something that never stops
flowing
erupting
giving
loving
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"Tell me what's on your mind," I whispered to her as we laid under the black sky.
"Me, the stars and him," she whispered back with confidence that made my heart throb.
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