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She was courtly, Oh! Stately was she! But woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. What more poorer than her a soul could be? -- A morsel of love for a penny. What more colder than a night as hers-- To slumber in as if a hearse? Oh, woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. And what more worse could a mishap be-- Than feast in the banquet of the ****** and the guilty? How more cursed could a creature be-- Than thrive in another's lustful idolatry? Oh, woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. She vends fondness she never can receive, forth with the saintdom she ne'er can retrieve. What other vying is greater than hers-- To state the malison of the welkin terse? And she prays to the dimmest sky; to the starless horizon she cries, "Woe! -- woe is me! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy."
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
The Dirge of Magdalene
She was courtly, Oh! Stately was she! But woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. What more poorer than her a soul could be? -- A morsel of love for a penny. What more colder than a night as hers-- To slumber in as if a hearse? Oh, woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. And what more worse could a mishap be-- Than feast in the banquet of the ****** and the guilty? How more cursed could a creature be-- Than thrive in another's lustful idolatry? Oh, woe to her! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy. She vends fondness she never can receive, forth with the saintdom she ne'er can retrieve. What other vying is greater than hers-- To state the malison of the welkin terse? And she prays to the dimmest sky; to the starless horizon she cries, "Woe! -- woe is me! -- the seller of love; seeker of empathy."
#love#disgust
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
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