Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The most refined, the most exquisite pain -
To long for someone, dream of them in vain.
Oh, wistful angst to reach and feel the flesh,
The memories of past still strong and fresh.

Inevitably, I, no longer hurt,
Enjoy the suffering, and with the pain I flirt.
Immobilized, consumed by constant strive,
My day is dim, at night I come alive.

(c) Adele de Lellis

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