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The woodworms are coming And they’re gnawing through the room… A little death this morning, A little death this afternoon. Wormwood is coming, Green leather revelations, The fairy is humming Through her sugar-soft foundations. Merveilleusement dérangé, Louchily deranged, Strangely marvelous… Marvelously strange...
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
absinthe
The woodworms are coming And they’re gnawing through the room… A little death this morning, A little death this afternoon. Wormwood is coming, Green leather revelations, The fairy is humming Through her sugar-soft foundations. Merveilleusement dérangé, Louchily deranged, Strangely marvelous… Marvelously strange...
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
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