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The Unconquerable
Upon me burns the Moon’s unkind
Where such the drop is black of nane ,
I seethe with eyes of lachrymose
But oh , Eros remains …
The pain of every moment’s breath
The endless , dismal hour’s rue ,
It matters not of nightly’s death -
The Moon’s unkind is you …
To slew the throes of bludgeonings
And rend this moon of rite ,
I deign myself to Lucifer
But still , I weep the night !
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Ew
8-24-13
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The Unconquerable
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