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Do you know how wantin and willfull comes death on this strange hour unannounced unplanned for death makes Angeles of us all and gives us wings smooth as ravens claws

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EugenieLaBorgia · F

... and what talons hath She that would claw a flesh so frail and with yearning lips devour mortality. Gloating, the last vestiges of Her flight awe those rain soaked mourners...