"i got high on colours and the sweet scent of automn. i would have given anything for a bit of human warmth but there wasn't any left. the entire line of tender-eyed guys had been sold out; left there on display only to make my longing harder to bear. so i took bitterness and rubbed its leaves against the walls of my barren soul. and then i waited patiently for the end, contemplating the nervous joy of life passing by."
[Lamentations of a blunt spirit]
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