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By **The Color of Love** Date: 2002 Dec 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.16.21.05.21574]] |
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Your cruelty is comforting For it is the only way you seem to love me. Your flaming passion drowns before it blazed For it is my water rushing forth. We burn each other out in each and every instant. Our torture is in the burning out again and again ...teasing... unbecoming This cruelty is the only way we seem to love each other. |