Cimmerian shade soothes the aching sighs.

Sveldt stares waver across sullen eyes.

I will write, I will pour, my heart out, for you.

I am a physicist of the heart: a poet of pensees plaguing dormant desires.

The plumbing of the past begins to choke, and he cannot comprehend confusion.

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