Come back by old friend though you have hurt me many times before. I want to see your face again. I want to trace familiar lines and curves, feel the anticipated rise and fall, the turns we take together. You have become the form of beauty for me. That is why I love tragedy. It's a fault, but a fault we all can see.
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