"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing
An onerous soul dwells within,
When autumn is pass
and winter sets in,
Introspecting
I count my sins.
Years seem a colossal mistake
I lie, a lifeless body, a soul awake.
But I have lived in inferno
and it is too late.
“Ah! Wither Faustus,
Your soul can never be saved.”
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