"...there is only one fight in a marriage, the first one.  And as much as you might try the fight is never solved   Over time, it becomes a conundrum, the immovable thing, the inexplicable conflict that forms a wall between you.  It grows higher and higher, and then the vines come, and when the wall is grown over in bramble and weed, there's no getting over it.  You cannot see past it, get around it, or blow through it.  It takes up the space between you, and no amount of love can bring that wall down."

Le Sigh.

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It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

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We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.

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Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?



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