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“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider

“Agony's Plot

A zephyr skimmed
across my creamy skin
gently kissing
where the sun had been....”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution