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How can I love you when I know that you must someday leave? My throat already tight, trying to keep captive the love that dances inside me to the rhythm of my heart beat, a mournful tune already crying for a love that has only just begun. Why should I love you when I know that only pain shall come of it? My eyes that look at you with desire and compassion already anticipate the tears that threaten to become a fixture in my life after you.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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