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... love was an illusion which civilization had produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex act.
— Christer Kihlman
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And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
— Pablo Neruda
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