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gothic poetry

o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
do you remember
do not turn your head
were it not for that singular smell
in your arms was still delight
they in the darkness gather and ask
this is the arsenal
tell me not
let us plant
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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