Adelaide Crapsey quote: Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

~ Adelaide Crapsey ~

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy th...

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