shannie
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Some pretty and perhaps-fitting words by the poet Ranier Rilke: Lovers ... when you raise yourselves and press your mouths together ... drink upon drink: Strange how each of you drinks your way past the other. Whenever we mean one thing, wholeheartedly, another is right there, tugging on our feelings. Strife is our closest companion. Don't lovers constantly tread over each other's boundaries, after mumbled vows about space, sustenance, and home? Isn't it time to free ourselves, with love, -- from the one we love, and, trembling, endure? For to stay is to be nowhere at all.
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