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Conversations with a friend;
`~,,~`
Hello, how are you mine friend;
I have received your letter,
many months have I wondered about your reply regarding my writing…
You are speaking of Agape love, that is whole and that is pure...
There are other kinds of twisted love though,
for not all men’s heart is kept on a hill to shine their inner light,
but there is a kind of soul that lusts after dark things, torture, an certain kinds of play...
It is a wicked world, and not all love, as all things are, in the black and in the white...
but there is a gray, a gray that shadows over most frayed things of this world, both beautiful and pervert...
Love may not hurt,
but man, in the name of love has hurt,
and will continue to burden and hurt others...
To say it is a failure of lovers is a subjective view point, not seen that way to others...
not everyone loves the same my friend, heals the same, nor hates the same,
no indeed, not everyone lives the same, and not everyone has the same death
Not everybody bleeds the same, nor bleeds the same color,
No indeed, not everyone's blood is the same;
Can you tell me what happens to a heart donor that receives the wrong type of blood,
It is rejected, and...
There is death,
Can you tell me what happens to someone that is cut with a blood disorder,
Some bleed out quickly, and there is death, others clot fast and nothing happens
As with the spirit, what I take in affects mind, spirit and blood,
The blood can become thicker, with what I take into myself
And it does not flow the same, nor deliver the same vitality and abundance of life
For some blood is diseased, and bleeds black,
and some is full of life and healthy
And, In so doing, not all love has the same flow of health
Some men love wicked, for they are wicked
Some live on in peace, some die bitter and entombed alone
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Hello, how are you mine friend;
I have received your letter,
many months have I wondered about your reply regarding my writing…
You are speaking of Agape love, that is whole and that is pure...
There are other kinds of twisted love though,
for not all men’s heart is kept on a hill to shine their inner light,
but there is a kind of soul that lusts after dark things, torture, an certain kinds of play...
It is a wicked world, and not all love, as all things are, in the black and in the white...
but there is a gray, a gray that shadows over most frayed things of this world, both beautiful and pervert...
Love may not hurt,
but man, in the name of love has hurt,
and will continue to burden and hurt others...
To say it is a failure of lovers is a subjective view point, not seen that way to others...
not everyone loves the same my friend, heals the same, nor hates the same,
no indeed, not everyone lives the same, and not everyone has the same death
Not everybody bleeds the same, nor bleeds the same color,
No indeed, not everyone's blood is the same;
Can you tell me what happens to a heart donor that receives the wrong type of blood,
It is rejected, and...
There is death,
Can you tell me what happens to someone that is cut with a blood disorder,
Some bleed out quickly, and there is death, others clot fast and nothing happens
As with the spirit, what I take in affects mind, spirit and blood,
The blood can become thicker, with what I take into myself
And it does not flow the same, nor deliver the same vitality and abundance of life
For some blood is diseased, and bleeds black,
and some is full of life and healthy
And, In so doing, not all love has the same flow of health
Some men love wicked, for they are wicked
Some live on in peace, some die bitter and entombed alone
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
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