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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

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Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.

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They find me odd, and whisper behind hands…And my brutal desires sink hooks into their lips…

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From castles of bone unknown music comes But now, that toil rewarded; you, your calculations,––you, your fits of impatience––are no more than your dan...more