My Gloom
Thy red whirllight, thy white blossoms, life mine, have left me prostrated in wounds at the blue doors of my unrest.
Like a snake, cut to pieces on rails, I palpitate towards the early rays of the sun, and dream wild dreams of thy red whirl-light, thy white blossoms, life mine .
Like a snake, cut to pieces on rails, I palpitate towards the early rays of the sun, and dream wild dreams of thy red whirl-light, thy white blossoms, life mine .
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