Permanence doesn't exist. The thought of things remaining unchanged indefinitely is inaccurate. Nothing lasts forever. Lovers are interchangeable. The Hydrangeas that Spring brings, wilt and die as soon as the air starts to chill. With Winter, a wasteland begins. Our bodies in moribund. A cigarette turns to ashes, our bodies turn the same. You are here and everything and everyone you know is too, just for now.
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