Succumb
Some mystery bled through the lids of the trees, a wink of a smile, half blown by the leaves, a darkness took root, and hailed her guile, of the Moon's wicked might she broke upon my eves. "Oh how can I make this love worthwhile?" No answer, only the silent hymn of the seas.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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