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The dream disappears from motionless sensation,
Illusion; isolation from an external world,
The fascinated soul Dexterous tricks,
But passion, splinters from a heavenly fog
Breathes in a nape of a rotting body...
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wow.....at once mysterious, romantic, gothic and enthralling....almost like written in a daze of vampiric ecstasy....applause.