whenever I felt pain I imagined that I was one step closer
to finding my lover again
I had completed the tasks of patience
self-denial and self-punishment
earned him this way
but what had I really done?
given up a demigod of poetry
let myself by fucked by hell himself
were those things enough?
still, I told myself, I will keep trying
until I am too old to want to be immortal
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