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Heart to heart.
Mind to mind.
Body to body.
You may wonder why. You may wander around in thy eyes.
Putrid green and exasperating blue.
Outlines of yellow and colors of red.
Love never dies a natural death..
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.