“I opened the door, and there he stood in a puddle of rainwater. He said terrible things were holding him down. Said he felt like he was carrying an invisible bomb as big as the world on his back.”
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“Fingertips haunted by the ardent desire to touch face. Fallen hair spiraling the contours of mere suggestion leading to embrace.”
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I dreamt that I told you everything.
Therefore, I suppose it should be considered a gift of love for having not?
Probably.
http://www.wormintruder.com/IIIWhenIArriveIII.html