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When I Talk Love

Propelling in darkness, tripping over stones, falling through horizons, scarred in my soul. Crucifying the myth of happiness in existence of fate, investing my conscience into hands which are frail. Banging my head on walls which never yield, Anything but blood, a forgotten misery. Who shall I love? Where must I repent? Talking of an …

When I Talk Love