Time`s knife slides from the sheath, as fish from where it swims. Being closer and closer is the desire of the body. Don`t wish for union! There`s a closeness beyond that. Why would God want a second God? Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting. Love is the soul`s light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being. These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it absolves its defects, as eyes in silence, tears, face. Love cannot be said.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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