MY HANDS ARE WAY UP IN SURRENDER

I want to hear about love again. One more time, like it is something that I could ever lose. Tell me fifteen more times this minute, for instance…again about love, on that radio… a crystal radio!

We lived forever once.

Why then did you ever talk about love again?

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