catullus-hurt

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I hate and I love. Why? you might ask.

I don’t know. But I feel it happening and I hurt.

Thought:

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When ocean-clouds over inland hills
    Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
  And horror the sodden valley fills,
    And the spire falls crashing in the town,
  I muse upon my country’s ills—
  The tempest bursting from the waste of Time
On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime.

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Herman Melville | “Misgivings”

Christian Molenaar