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''What is a poet without dreams? I lie awake; I feel actual flesh upon me,
meaning to silence me.''

oh my god. the song of night!

''We’ve been apart too long, too painfully separated. How can you bear to dream, to give up watching?''

''Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn’t move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that?''

liberation.

“i ask you, how much beauty can a person bear? — it is heavier than ugliness, even the burden of emptiness is nothing beside it.”

fill me with melancholy, i beg.