An Audient Void
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No, No, Go Not To Lethe, Neither Twist Wolf's-bane, Tight-rooted, For Its Poisonous Wine; Nor Suffer Thy Pale Forhead To Be Kiss'd By Nightshade, Ruby Grape Of Proserpine; Make Not Your Rosary Of Yew-berries, Nor Let The Beetle, Nor The Death-moth Be Your Mornful Psyche, Nor The Downy Owl A Partner In Your Sorrow's Mysteries; For Shade To Shade Will Come Too Drowsily, And Drown The Wakeful Anguish Of The Soul.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
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