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The tomahawk man writes In prussic acid, The orphans of Eureka, Freckled flaws and faces, Yearn for their mothers, Wish father might be captured, And forced to think Beyond his obsessive deciphers, A bottle of cognac and three roses Placed on his grave marker Every January 19, As a reminder of life, And a toast to death.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
"Living I Have Been Your Plague, Dying I Shall Be Your Death"
The tomahawk man writes In prussic acid, The orphans of Eureka, Freckled flaws and faces, Yearn for their mothers, Wish father might be captured, And forced to think Beyond his obsessive deciphers, A bottle of cognac and three roses Placed on his grave marker Every January 19, As a reminder of life, And a toast to death.
Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849)
Carlo-C-Gomez
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
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