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Dead Passion’s Flame By H. P. Lovecraft
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A Poem by Blank Frailty
Ah, Passion, like a voice—that buds!
With many thorns . . . that sharply stick:
Recalls to me the longing of our bloods . . .
And—makes my wearied heart requick! . . . . . . . .
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