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But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance

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But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
The plates and screws and racks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns
The cruel joys of Luvah's Daughters, lacerating with knives
And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons.

They dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan,
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:

These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play,
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Donna 01 May 2020

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Adeeb Alfateh 08 July 2019

The plates and screws and racks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns The cruel joys of Luvah's Daughters, lacerating with knives And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons. superb great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Soul Watcher 12 July 2016

Thank you Primorse

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Ts 19 June 2021

I love you

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Primrose Tee 05 May 2014

ummmmmmm okay still thinking of a comment

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Ts 19 June 2021

I love you

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