Virginia Wilde
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And there I saw, this horrid lure, within that darkened room. Her hair, her eyes, her dress, her skin, in all that horrid bloom! For what she was I could now believe the words she spoke, once, to me. Her promise kept, her smile wide. The body here was that same horrid cast, the mold from which she was made, the same as the wurms beneath, for the wurm was she, and she the wurm.
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