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There is the question of wanting to be held. To be held, beheld and transported. I will hold you and not let you go. There are no links away from here. Stay with me. Deep in the dark place. Deep inside. Where flowers come from. Where blood flows every month. Divorce is the ugliest word I ever heard. The gravitational laws of love are well known. Don't let me die. There is a war raging outside. They're fighting for me. This is no time for words.

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