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1 " Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rainFrom the housetops of a ruined cityUpon the flagstones. Not one petal clingsUpon the stalk of life or memory. StainNot one pale thought with blushes ; my soul’s deadAs a corpse flung out of the tideway onThe stinking flats of London mud. "
― Aleister Crowley , Rosa Decidua
