My need is not for things of touch. Not bread, nor sleep, nor wine, For these are with me ever much - I sleep, I sup, I dine. ... Read full text
I think your poem points out that there are no answers regarding the depressive state. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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7/19/2025 3:05:39 AM # 1.0.0
I think your poem points out that there are no answers regarding the depressive state. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.