because it seems to me that, no matter what is written, all magnetic poetry is rather depressing. Maybe it's the utterly transitory nature of the thing, calling to mind that refrain from Ecclesiastes: Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.
how-about-a-painted-magic-memory
for-your-time
their-long-nights-are-warm-&-ghostly
from-above-fall-dark-dream-whispers
that-man-was-more-delightful-than-truth
together-we-must-be
but-there-is-no-comfort
in-you-and-me
xo,
Devo
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