These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...

If you can not love anymore
if your ark of feeling have sank in the mud...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

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His only desire was to undress women...

Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

Who is this man walking in my past?
I despise to defend this man...