i'm not trying to romance you, i'm trying to slap you

i stand by the park-bench under the tree

famous poet is an oxymoron, safe sex was too

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earthearthearth...

sometimes i think i get it

she says the heart must be broken.

why do you love? because i know hate. why do you hate? because i know love.

how to love

What's it called when warriors are born in peacetime with all the fight and paranoia left in them?