The Utopian Love Dystopia
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Last published Wed, Mar 25, 2020
Ruminations on the topic of Love; and its twisted newfound form of Lust. The Dystopia of the Utopian Love we all hope to achieve- and the struggle of the worthy romantics in today's world....reminiscing
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