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We're not lovers. We do not love -least of all each other- We meet. Talk. And then we leave again. You know - they want me - to die. So I can be reborn. To die! And kill. We're not exclusive - we do not believe in monogamy - or anything- We smile. False smiles. These little substitutes for unification. How can they agree with me when I believe in nothing? And they hate. They claim they cannot love while their eyes get burn scarred by desire From Letras Mania