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"All men are ready to invest their money
But most expect dividends.
I say to you: make perfect your will.
I say: take no thought of the harvest,
But only of proper sowing."

-t.s. eliot

Time can no longer
be a defense against love,
nor reason, though the reasons
are many, and ramble
with tongueless mouths.
We are given this little time together
that history shows us must
cease, and choke on its own breath...