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Aug 2012
Despair
A morbid bridge

Upon me draws

A blackness

Which lays waste

The perfect

Heavenly Harmony

Of Those Spheres

That are now

Made inaudible

By the corruption

Of this life
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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