Reduced to a great nothingness, a lack of a lack, I wonder where my friends have gone. But surely it matters not in this loathsome sea. ///// I have sinned. Though the masses say it is no crime, I know of the dirt that covers me.
"SOLITUDE / SIN,"
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 2016
, Article 10.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol2016/iss38/10
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