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LOVE:

Words sully…
To talk of love is to negate it.
The moment men took to paper and pulpit for love,
Is the moment she was murdered.
Love.
What we know to be love is in fact its mourning.
Our ways are backward, yet we know it to be otherwise.
We are like, flowers which bloom in total darkness and wilt under the
Sun’s splendour.
Talk of love, is there a faster way to its negation?
So, where are you Love?
I am here, where the Clocks no longer tick, and the Sun never sets.

— William Blake

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