I've always been curious
about the identities of old statues.
The minds
behind the cool
...
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Wounds cannot stay--
Only as fading white lines of memory--
All is forgotten with
Time, who steals the importance
Of the sting of suffering.
If, one day, this anguish will mean
Nothing to me,
Let me stay in my agony
So I will never be deprived
Of the brilliant, all-consuming,
Purifying pain.