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In the quest for shudders I was as the absence |
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melted in my hand |
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As clear as my gleaming sorrow |
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A spectral fascination |
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For irony to serve |
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are the glorious those who triumph |
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in a kingdom of eternity? |
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..a castle of sand |
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whose roof has sheltered my |
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I sense "the absence of triumph and lust |
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abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand" |
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A whore gave birth to the flies |
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..who flew away with my beauty |
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A virgin gave birth to my masks |
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I simulate the absence |
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"To enter a kingdom of |
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flesh - a ghastly worn shadow |
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A fiery picture of poet in hel" |
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Forlorn I was as poets should be |
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I am as chosen as the weaver himself. |
