Sometimes

Sometimes I fill my heart with woe
when thoughts go where they shouldn’t go.
I think of pain and fear and sorrow;
I think of lives with no tomorrow.
And, deep inside, I always know
without love that’s where we all go.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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