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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required with apologies to E. A. Poe... Student Descent At first the chamber's gentle rapping could not my slumber even stir, but as it came to be a tapping sonorous visions were to be no more. And as I stumbled in the darkness, I heard her voice distinctly cry "O Ed your offer reconsidered will now with me an evening buy!" Femininity with such harsh bravado, what lady offers such taboo affairs? I've read of men, weak in the loin, who fall into such infectious snares. Flesh's joys can wait, I've got to study, for school has such quick paces and as a student of the arts, time's robbed me of all social graces Alas, I dream of that day of bliss, but now Ed's the man and I'm the other. I ask her name and Eleanor is given, by her, but certainly not her mother. "He's not here, in fact, I don't know him." I utter with a boy's tone. "Well I'm still here, and you're awake, and so am I and all alone." My thoughts arranged like a card deck dropped, and left with such a feeble mind. Should I ignore this dream, or is it real? Behind the door what will I find? A gentleman would let her in, at least she'd have safe haven. But to my shock with doors pullled wide, there's nothing but a raven... Now I'm not mad, but this is odd, as a women spoke, not a bird at my feet, so I sprint to my room, bury my head...but now it's clear...the wooden floor's got a beat...
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