RELATIONSHIP MOODBOARD: ANTONIN x EVADNE
My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now Reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly expressed. - The Dark Lady Sonnets, CXLVII
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