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- The Lost Six at allpoetry
The wicked scores of the progeny One,
Comes forth from the black Asylum. - Poisoned Thorns In The Lilly Laked Nymph at allpoetry
Hold, hold my hand,
Remove these fingers of mine… - A Narrative Of Virgin Blood at allpoetry
And thus that is the price of beauty and the story my dear, Now, won’t you be so kind as to be my six-hundredth customer? - Vittoria ai morti at allpoetry
She sits straddled across my hips bare / With lips smiling and sprayed hair, / With beautiful eyes / Of blue and green, but they lie, / They betray and deceive. / With blood upon velveteen lace / I lucked out
