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Hollow Love

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WindMeister8

Published: Apr 24, 2015

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Why is love so flitting?So ephemeral, so frightening.True love never existsbecause love never persists.When...

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Inspired by Greg Ile's novel "Natchez Burning". It's a really good book (I'm still reading so no spoilers!). And I wrote this when I was reading about Tom Cage's affair with Viola.

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Roesavlon

Jul 17, 2020

nicely written

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