​Now my friend, Lord Mole of the Underworld
What of these humans when their love is given and then in return they are rejected?

And that this space is somewhere in themselves;  a secret perfect place for them to go and to mourn, to heal and for a time escape.

​This love thrown back in their face-
somehow we should inform them that there is a sacred place 

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​And then eventually they will be able to stand before a mirror and stare back to an unblemished image to and to stare at themselves uninhibited face to their own face.