After that I couldn’t believe in other invoked dogmas. When the smiles are fake and perfidious and hide the howls of coyotes within souls, when the declarations of love sound like ringing cymbals, when promises are crunched from sandcastles, when hugs and kisses hide the dagger of betrayal, when the cornflower smells like soaked leeks, it makes me tremble that I believed in some sects and that I …
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