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mother’s eyes are sparking diamonds, and
still the moon, shows no light, this rose is
withered, may God please deliver [ … ]
the rake at the gates of 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿 tonight.
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when the rain, stretching down its long
streaks of water, imitates the bars of an
enormous prison, and a silent throng of
loathsome spiders come forth to weave
THEIR WEBS INSIDE OF OUR 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒.
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i am not good. i am not virtuous. i am not sympathetic. i am not generous. i am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. i feel everything. it is my genius. it burns me like fire.