You devil me into a raft of suckling lusts

Love.
It is a four letter word that we use every day.
A word used by all.
But it's a word that doesn't exist.
Yet we still try and find it, each and every day.
Tell me the point of starting something, that you know is going to end?
Tell me the point of trying to find something, that can never be found?
If it doesnt exist. what's the point?


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