A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
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Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion (22-23)
Donne calls lust dull, but here he also calls it crumbly. Love is gold—it can expand and stretch. But lust is like a brittle metal that gets pulled and quickly cracks and breaks. It wasn't one pure unit—it was two things stuck to each other, sucking face.