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love's office is the heart; its administration, the mind; while irrationality leaps neurons too quickly to be stopped. merely brushing fingers, your hand, (knock love's door) or lacking, (knock against chest) sends you mad.

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shawn-hyc

Singaporean

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Written by

shawn-hyc

Singaporean

Published: Jul 19, 2012
LinesWords: 2634

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