I know when a tweet is targetting me, but I& #39;ll play your game:

They say that “Time assuages” –
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –

Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
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He leads me, someone leads me; someone leads me–don’t you see?
Into the court of the dead
under his dark brows
watching, winged Hades.
Let me go; what will you do? Let go. I, the most wretched, will walk forward on whatever sort of road.

- Euripedes by Alcestis

“I come, blood on blood,
like the sea, wave on wave.
I have a soul the color of poppies.”

- Bloody Fate by Miguel Hernández

I could just fill this up with Rilke:

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house—, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.

Also, if you& #39;ve never heard me recite these two Shakespearen sonnets while drunk and sad, then are we really friends?

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.

- Ashes of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay