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Her lips were red, her looks were free, her locks were yellow as gold. her skin was white as leprosy. The nightmare life-in-death was she, who thicks man's blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came, and the twain were casting dice, the game is done! I've won! I've won! quoth she and whistles thrice.
The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, at one stride comes the dark; with far-heard whisper o're the sea, off shot the spectre-bark.
2 comments on Until my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns.
con_el_rabo April 29, 2015
Wow, Départe is really gorgeous
⃠con_el_rabo April 29, 2015
Top notch as always ^.^
⃠ErrorMalfunction btrxz April 29, 2015
@contextclues Thank you :)
⃠sidekick plus March 18, 2013
and what a feeling. Perfect combination of poetry, artwork and music; thanks mister.
⃠ErrorMalfunction btrxz March 20, 2013
Thank you!
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