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I crave for words, yet words elude me. It's like love, you see... The eternal hunting game between men and women. We forget the stories we live and so we err again. And again. Still, we're beautiful together. They say "advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill", and so I wouldn't imperil you; I dare, however, give you what we look like. This is an ode to the couple
