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Shreds of a soul scattered on the floor
Piles of dust from my shattered heart
Eons wasted, all swept up
Trapdoor straight to the pit
Withering away
In hell alone
Half myself
And half
Not
About the Creator
Tales from a Madman
.. the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the Prince's indefinite decorum.
The Masque of the Red Death
Edgar Allan Poe
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