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Shall we deny love when it visits us? Shall we not take what is given to us? - a quote from the film “A New World”
An afternoon, a humid atmosphere, I walk down the foyer, which was never there, for the reason after.
Even the solid fades, the occupied deserts, the midst clears, the circle inverts; none but the least, much to suffer a cease.
Leaving a trail is tougher than sourcing in lost. A compass, a directional device, opting for an advice, aware of the points to revise, a path of despise.
Calling who hears, moving who touches, exhaling who smells, ignoring who sees, and cursing who speaks. A tool for love, so goes a weapon to abate, what comes from above, ends in its own fate.
Shall we welcome love when it is a stranger? Shall we not return what is not rightfully ours?
