/WOUNDED HUMANS /
Poor drunken and wounded humans,
Who believe that love cures everything.
And we see that, almost always, love happens by accident.
We drink from the worst poisons
And we wallow in filthy quagmires.
We sniff the ashes
And when it's all over we whisper softly
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