Stay together and break the psychic connection.
Together forever? Why not?
And after tomorrow all the concrete blocks of sweet pain and all the bricks painted luminescent against the blackening sky would come down around him. It was time to go home. No more emotional fantasy. No more butterfly picnics. Only a balance of hope against promises as empty as the county road out of town.
Stay together and die to deepest desire. Together forever? Why not?
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