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Who’ll be awed...
Echoes blossom....
Bloody moons hatch...
Without dreams our world...
taxes and the dam.”
bone wrath
Dignity inspires...
Whose daughter? 
Dylan Thomas
no houri from kriss kingle
Time like fruit hangs.
Gods damn a witch.
Mister Bad to the dragonlady.
Black is the stone of the breast.
the improbably conceited cat
Love is the martyrs’...
Is the psyche proud...
Unholy emanations whisper.
Dead men tread silently.

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