Loving strands itself on islands without anyone to hold or talk to.
Desolate years of disappointment and loneliness wreck havoc on relationships, tearing them asunder with jealousy, hatred, cheating.
Where once was love of silk, satin and lace, now stoops an aged pile of rags, ruminating in dumps of life's lost love.
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