Friday, October 1, 2021

The Loneliest Nonpareil

 

The cold quietness of the night is when this loneliness

sparks its incorruptible roister of self-existent misery; 

there is no quarter of the length from whence this

torrent and chronic invasion cometh to pass, so, I 

welter alone through this hellish 


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