Pummeled and sanded down by these hours; the days are so tiring, and this music cannot redeem my soul. Can't trade it in, can't pawn it for the silver of untroubled sleep.
"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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