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Ace of Hearts

Some say affection is a farce. I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts. Yet most will one day find themselves in amour. As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain. Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence. For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous. That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous. If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious. The Ace of Hearts. The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem. Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.

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