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The Ghost.
Like angels fierce and tawny-eyed,
Back to your chamber I will glide,
And noiselessly into your sight
Steal with the shadows of the night.
And I will bring you, brown delight,
Kisses as cold as lunar night
And the caresses of a snake
Revolving in a grave. At break
Of morning in its livid hue,
You'd find I had bequeathed to you
An empty place as cold as stone.
Others by tenderness and ruth
Would reign over your life and youth,
But I would rule by fear alone.
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
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I terribly miss her today..
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🖤⭐🤍.
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𓆩♱𓆪
You're dearer to me than all bats,



In all the caves in the world.
°🪦。⋆༺🕯༻⋆。⚰️°
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I love her with every fiber of my being 🖤🤍.
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And I'm pretty sure we've met in every lifetime🥀.
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