Crow, Drypoint on Perspex, Artist Razor-Sensei @ DeviantArt
Ceremony
Until death do us part.
Matrimony becomes finger-pointing dagger-throwing acrimony.
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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin *
The Black Crowes — “Seeing Things”
