"Death toys with life, life toys with death. Which
of the two succumbs? It is not we who defend ourselves against
death, it is death that defends itself against us" - J.B.
For I certainly am me, but not Me;
I am me and yet non-me.
I am me and yet non-me.
Resembling the lustful entwining of client and prostitute - false lovers in shame of their union.
For I certainly am I, but not I;
I am I and yet non-I.
Resembling the paranoid tip-toeing of unfaithful partners - false lovers in horror of their shadows.
For I certainly am;
and yet I am not.
Resembling the beautiful tragedy of dysfunction - false lovers in denial of their irreconcilability.
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