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| In those hours we are all there is. There is nothing but your hands, my mouth, our laughter echoing around us. It appears in my mind's eye so simple that I ache. How can it be both simple and complicated at the same time? We are the all -- in our passion, in our quiet despair. I know better than to ask for more. But my love, I want more. |
| Image Copyright DC Comics 1979 |