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where does love go when I forget what I am does it need a rest does it become forlorn and weary tearing at the soul of the universe does it vanish in the abyss of self-pity or does it quietly wait on me to come to my senses and remember I am love(d) no matter what ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Depuis ce Matin https://www.instagram.com/depuiscematin/