“I would awake towards morning (already prepared for the requital) with the anguish of an unhabituated drunkard emerging from inebriation, but tenfold and irremediable. A fierce cold penetrated my body, no matter how warmly I enswathed myself. The pain would return, fortified by bitter comparison-just moments ago I had dropped off so serenely. The dayContinue reading “RKS Literature: Post Morphine Blues (Yury Felsen)”
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