I'm on the bed of brevity bent,
like a thick moss on hollow logs,
lying in wait for the thralls of rapture,
succinct in the swamp of thought.
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Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me for I love you! I love you! -Liber Legis 1:63
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