The dangers of love are devilish things,
For they tickle so sweetly as they gnaw—
Gnashing, grinding, tearing—at the gristle
Of our souls. And we smile, chuckle, dance
On the waves of our own destruction. Yet
The tsunami brings rebirth, burgeoning
Faith in the depths of unrealized despair,
Allowing us to hope once again that our
Hearts may find themselves masticated
By our own, foolish, never-ending desires.
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