When a certain kind of love-- absent the pregnant punctuation of kisses drawn out too long,
Passion confused with a yearning to feel human-- loses its quintessence:
How to untwine one from its other? How to ask of a lover that he love
Not in a way which makes sense-- rather, in the manner to which thine own self has become
(so selfishly) accustomed?
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