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They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child.
Follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
At the root of all unhappiness is a crisis of Love.
I don't believe in anything anymore: god, country, money or love
Love, forgive us—cinders, ashes, dust
I want the final rending of my flesh from yours.
Love, let us be true to one another
We're bound together like sailors, swaying across a
Forgive these ghost hands bringing you nothing,
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