There is no good relationship, any more than love beautiful.
In this case with you, nothing was.
My desire was laborious, bloodless, annihilated.
Everything I liked about you, it was this emotional presence that seemed to heal my previous disappointments.
Our relationship had been the result of meetings fortuitous night.
Nothing presaged that we'd be lovers of summer, victims of a spurious association.
1,2,3 we go home
4,5,6 we encounter the Vice
7,8,9 to feelings widowers.
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