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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer

Ailment

 
 
Three steps from the willows, and three from the blossoms, One step from the stone, an innocent soul drowns in the river of sorrow. Can eat, but cannot digest, Can drink, but cannot quench thirst, Can dream, but cannot find rest.
Such an earthly ailment, where is the cure? Cannot truly love, nor truly leave, insecure.

— Curious Observer

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