Out of despair for love that has not

matured Out of despair for death

that has already planned me Out of despair

for sex that weighed us down Out

of despair for man who is only

misery Out of despair for time that

is only dust Out of despair for

art that did not visit Out of des-

pair for the soul that was not

found. Out of despair for the self that

knew only shame. Out of des-

pair for suicide that is only an

alibi Out of despair of the world

an illusion Out of despair where to

bury oneself? In study out of forgetfulness

in debauchery by misfortune but

in the sea to wash

-Jude Stefan
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