Can a relationship built solely on lust, two hollow egos clinging to each other’s bodies for fleeting pleasure, ever be more than a hollow act?

Blind to their starving souls, mistaking heat for meaning, addicted to illusions, incapable of real care, and doomed to implode into betrayal, emptiness, and bitter regret, the harsh truth that desire without depth is worthless, shallow, and meaningless.
Can a relationship built solely on lust, two hollow egos clinging to each other’s bodies for fleeting pleasure, ever be more than a hollow act?
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