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Despair's advantage is achieved
Despair’s advantage is achieved
By suffering Despair
To be assisted of Reverse
One must Reverse have bore
The Worthiness of Suffering like
The Worthiness of Death
Is ascertained by tasting
As can no other Mouth
Of Savors make us conscious
As did ourselves partake
Affliction feels impalpable
Until Ourselves are struck
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