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Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spir...more

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If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls

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The vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born,Nor how to burnWith love.How pitiful is our enforced returnTo t...more

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Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

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For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.