Confessions to Aphrodite VI
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“Why are you so quiet?”
she asked.
“I’m tired of words,”
I answered.
“I love your words.”
“They all loved my words.”
“And you?” she asked.
“I always love the ones
who can’t love me in return.”
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Destroyed. Rebuilt. Broken, Mended. Annihilated. Remade. Nothing special.