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Fisc Poems - Poems about Fisc


A Prisoner Is Shown the Torture Implements
...The bricks were sweating, nervous. Icy slime had soaked his coat-sleeve, much to his disgust. Tall baulks of formless timber seemed to climb towards the bulbous shadows. Guido, trussed an......

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Categories: fisc, history,
Form: Ottava rima

Book: Reflection on the Important Things