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"discesserit" poems
"deformis puella! discesserit ab illa!" eyes gone pale (for lack of light) a sniffle is heard in the depths of night. and whilst the candle shrinks, there becomes a soft quiver of sound, the voice which barely hums. "non omnis moriar."
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
nightmirre
alone in the dark, it remains
"deformis puella! discesserit ab illa!" eyes gone pale (for lack of light) a sniffle is heard in the depths of night. and whilst the candle shrinks, there becomes a soft quiver of sound, the voice which barely hums. "non omnis moriar."
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