"Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken..."Artemis
"by Gerard Nerval
The Thirteenth returns... Once more she is the first;
And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment;
For you are surely queen, first and last?..."Blind Mans Cry
"by Tristan Corbiere
The Murdered eye is not dead
A spike still splits it
Nailed up I am coffinless..."|
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