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can darkness be so full of lustre, so lonely, that the death of love be the only aim of luke-warm souls ? can the insignificant muster the strength to do no more than twist & torture those who dare shine a little brighter ? Aah, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, even Christ, the fallen, Satan, the Sun has eclipsed too, & now there is nought left but unenvied angst, & the loveless lose the remnants of their soul as they feast their hungry eyes & frumpy lies, on the carcass of the spirit of Romance . |
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