/lit/ - Literature

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lo, and as it were, in this most dreary afternoon
by lamplight I mire upon this worrisome site
my stomach is full, churning and churning
like a pit, a boiler, it is full and empty
a stone, a stone, my ruination is soon
my chair is soiled, in the dankness of my lonely room.
I end with this post, to end the day in retire
for seldom verification, did this lament require.