Hand of Affinity
~ I said to myself "Come now, I will test you with pleasure..." ~ -Place of grinding teeth: Frank pain is shallow; The disguised cuts deep. In the present all is. Infinity is in a moment. It is counter-intuitive. Sorrow promises relief, But pleasure punishes. Nails rake at the door. What do you want? If you only knew, That it is love. Feel this sense of loss. The hand of your affinity is From the prince of this world.
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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