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O'er here Lies Victorious Sin
As the dream went the women screamed for Chucky Baudelaire
Side scene alleyway dark night
Foot steps timidly trekked along the broken glass, sinner's hour
Oscar Wilde was alive and well with bourbon laden jovial tales
It was a languid night a night for lords to piss about, hens to cackle, ravens to make love
The ink was then my blood and poison, my god and death
As the dream went the women lusted after Edgar Poe
I was contently bitter and hidden in a meadow of urban shadows cast by tall,stark, unforgiving dens of
depravity...these dens suit me well
The witching hour sky was wild and held the grin of my demon foe
Singing now are the cigarettes falling from the sky...
A most peculiar yet familiar night
I am awake again nowhere... pretending to be your chivalrous poet
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