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Fallen

Lest thoughts be left lingering, be it cleft or lost, Cut off your probing finger, Bitten by the the Frost.

The Leaves are Brown and Falling, They crackle as they blow, Paper thin and Autumnal, A Precursor to N'ver Ending Snow,

My mind ain't right, And this sorrowful night, Wet grey clouds fill my sky, Begging me Tomorrow morning To sleep in and not try

Look forward to the terror, and let the horror be felt last, I am a simple poet, A creature of years long past.

Lest thoughts be left lingering, be it cleft or lost, Cut off your probing finger, Bitten by the the Frost. The Leaves are Brown and Falling, They crackle as they blow, Paper thin and Autumnal, A Precursor to N'ver Ending Snow, My mind ain't right, And this sorrowful night, Wet grey clouds fill my sky, Begging me Tomorrow morning To sleep in and not try Look forward to the terror, and let the horror be felt last, I am a simple poet, A creature of years long past.
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I was comparing your mood to that of Poe. Fuck you, poser.

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You wish you could pose.

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So have you read any of this short humor stories? Most have no clue he did anything but macabre. Read "Why the Frenchman wears his arm in a sling" or "Allamistakeo" sometime - pretty startling contrast.

Edit: My bad - "Some Words with a Mummy" is the correct title of the second story.

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So have you read any of this short humor stories? Most have no clue he did anything but macabre. Read "Why the Frenchman wears his arm in a sling" or "Allamistakeo" sometime - pretty startling contrast.

Nigger, ask me to write anything, I shall prove