You do not make love last, love makes you last.....it's a deft waft in the transferential atmosphere is that form of love we feel we must make last....codependency in drag....romantic sobriquets plosive in will and temperament.....when we say I will love you forever, we make a declaration of intensity not of time....nobody can make love last forever in the mutable circus we call #life, that royal love is the indescribable thing that keeps us self arising in this moment and this and this and this.....romantic love is a poor clinging substitute like a nicotine patch in the burning-down of the rich Kosmos to its entropic stub.... And yet we love love like dogs love our bones.
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