MelancholiaMasochistic streaks are what drive us to this If I could spend every minute with you Every hour The excessive obsession That the poetry espouses Would drive us both insane As much as I want to flagellate the stinging center of this feeling The more you feelMelancholia
You’ll get used to the exquisite sort of pain The heart freezes mid stride The secrets will keep another day Even if the affection fades
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Yay!
-Ryan.
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giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
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