WHY DO WE CRAFT OUR BRAINS INTO
SUCH PAINED DELIGHTS,
WHEN THEY BATHE IN DARKNESS?
WHY DO LET OUR HEARTS BEAT US
INTO EXISTENCE,
WHEN WE ARE LONGING FOR DEATH?
— why do we do the opposite of what we want?
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SUN SETTING
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