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We all love in many different ways
and even though I think this is not right there is a matter of light and shadow, of one that's ahead and one behind. Some are a kind of tomcats, with the species most funny embodiment, puss in boots. Rolling its body on a piece of wood scouting the neighborhood it cries after a fox like cat but doesn't say a word to her because he's scared that it'll forget his words before he would open its mouth; therefore it just dreams and draws with its claws poetry. Some are a faithfull kind, like a dog or a lynx, the loved one is their life, his sight the joy of heart it brings, his face is imprinted on all the things around. Amoung all 'love manifestations there are also the snakes they coil around the heart of the one they love and attack any men who would approach sometimes even themselves or the loved one their instinct of possession is so strong that there is no difference in their mind between what's right or wrong. And many more words can be written about the expressions of love but they'll be usefull just for making my point that love can take in its manfestations as many forms as one can imagine and in the end one should only remember that the core of things is one, the one.
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