Love is a man that lives in a room at the end of an extensive corridor in the house of your being. In an unfamiliar place, you open a long-closed door and step into a pitch-black room. The figure kneeling against the wall gets up. His eyes adjust to the light. He recognizes his visitor. He shouts. He begs you to leave.
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Love is a man that lives in a room at the end of an extensive corridor in the house of your being. In an unfamiliar place, you open a long-closed door and step into a pitch-black room. The figure kneeling against the wall gets up. His eyes adjust to the light. He recognizes his visitor. He shouts. He begs you to leave.