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    • Last stop before insomnia
    • Dear tombs, dear horizon
    • The Bedmaking Competition
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YOUR CART

Banking on your friendship, Rufus Caelius, was for me
a bad investment (bad? The cost has been ruinous!) –
allowing you to worm your way in
till now I am burning up inside.
Have you withdrawn all that was ever any good?  
Worse, you have withdrawn from me the drug
I lived for, along with the pestilence of our friendship.   
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