a gift has been given to me.
a flood of pollen in my blood stream, petals bursting with the yoke of fate. i am in love.
and with such sickness i am met in the embrace between life and dear inevitable death.
it was bound to happen. to what end; i know but cannot see. through love, i have already lost you.
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i fear love's pain. i send it away with anger then curse it for leaving.
to love is to grieve. it is to act without attachment.
devotion.
the ecstasy of annihilation




















