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now that this bottle has been consumed of all it's hate, i will emit my loneliness so you can wrap your arms around my soft shell. and our bodies with float so eloquently down this flight of stairs, to a couch where the wieght of our hearts will be placed. we cannot allow this. this cannot be done. words blur, our lips touch and a kiss is formed. you speak cliaming this is not what you want but your lips answer so so differently. i want you to know that the man you kiss is not the man i cliam to be. so follow my feet my dear, i know not where they lead but i know if you follow them you follow the trail to my heart. then you can capture my sadness and let it soar amongst the poor souls and houses of hate. where families no longer consume shared affection and praise, but tv dinners and primetime specials. where husband and wife no longer radiate under dim light and love that was once so tender is lost between the gaps of pillows and sheets. i will be waiting here though with no concern but our own and the blooming tides to sweep away our regret with the seashells.