Nonsense

the person you made love with in the beginning

— they’re gone

left with the scraps or the perfect build of version 5.0

— year after year archived, framed and looked back upon

in fondness or perpetual death

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a man or woman as you know them today is just a snapshot we fear to
call gluttonous in all its wanton passion and secret desire that they not change too much from what attracted us in the first place. we are filled with greed transcribed to proposals too ashamed to tell the truth about love and how after a time what appears as ugly is nothing more than a transcription made by blind fools who believe touch perceives all.