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Lovers love each other cruelly and love too much to see each other.
They kiss, in the other, their own reflection.
What are two lovers? Two enemies.
Lovers are children spoiled rotten by love's delights: they don't realize how they crumble with each embrace, and how what was world turns into nothing.
Nothing, nobody. Love's a pure phantom that lightly passes over them, like a snake imprinting its path on memory.
And they both remain forever bitten.
They've ceased to exist, but what existed continues to ache eternally.