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the rainy days are particularly great at keeping the spirits grey, and when all you have is coffee, literally a black hole that threatens to consume one inadvertently, the word depressing is simply an understatement. or perhaps it was chancing upon a realisation that i had secretly hoped will not come to fruition that made a stone out of my already worn out heart.


and just when it all seemed all too dismal, it was when
the soothing line gave my heart a reason to leap again. "..and i realised how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me.."
love in all its repetition, love in all its assurance,

and love, that makes me want no more.

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