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“How stormy this mind too,violent the inner- throbs similar,in an immeasurable count,like the high surging waves,one after another.youth—my desolated form destined to lament?” — Nithin Purple
How stormy this mind too,violent the inner-
throbs similar,in an immeasurable count,like the high surging waves,one after another.youth—my desolated form destined to lament?