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thus ways of the disease, creatures of habits compelled to repeat them, for sadness is a comfort like nightfall in the womb.

As heard in the stairway

Such a angel, in thy hallway

Through ballroom doors glisten with ceilings and draped gold tapestry and white, dear at last be thy bride tonight,

At vast dyes more music, dance, masquerade divine, a glimpse of this night we beckon beside,

To live among the pillars, the hallows, the paintings, the nocturnal instinct, the french quarter halls, i devote, a soul as thus, i give mine to you , my one and only through blood and my trust.

Forever a flower thus lust. ©