Intense fits of rage often raise unseen walls in between, the marvelous mansion always loses its serotonin, the soothing canopy when their young intimacy prematurely dies. Their smiles sink down grief-stricken stress triggers off adrenaline battalions to trump their oxytocin- the agape in mindless cock-fights of the erring ego. Vasopressin fluids of mock-tails spill over the sour floor or turn into cocktails of the hurt's war. Testosterones lock horns with oestrogens or vice versa only to stand upright on their own or just fall dead in the mutual embrace?
