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Prenups reek of pessimism
If relationships are reduced
To an artifact of consumer culture
Is nothing sacred anymore?

I want to breathe Sun Tzu
And embrace death ground
Find peace in your violence
And stability in your volatility

I require no arms to bear
I have no weapons to wield
If you have so little faith
Why even bother to endeavor at all

My only way out will be through
“I will go down with this ship
I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door”
I am love and always will be