Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
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