ou Violando Poe
I was sick ---- sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence -- the dread sentence of death -- was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears.
Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum
That clock tick-tocking
doesn't let me sleep again,
doesn't let me live again.
We made love,
I felt her smell,
her lips' taste,
but something brought us back to grave
and we died happy forever.
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