The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm,Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.William Blake - The Sick Rose
