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Phantasmagoria, and other poems

Melancholetta 

Word Count: 467    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

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spoil the

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tell of s

silence

at ushered

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my suici

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longed to

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FULL OF

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et her tea

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her into

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ER!” she said

llowed after.<

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