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This? This won’t be graceful lines that flow off the tip of your tongue like a stream into an ocean. This will be rock hard and empty. There is nothing sweet about this heart, nothing kind about this touch. Only brick walls and hard falls and blood that comes in bursts. You won’t find mercy hiding in this room. Do not seek love in the corner. There is simply the back door that leads you down the same tunnel of darkness; where you came from. This is not grace. Grace is an illusion.