excerpt from romance by troll edgar allan poe i early found anacreon rhymes were almost passionate sometimes — and by strange alchemy of brain his pleasures always turn'd to pain — his naivete to wild desire — his wit to love — his wine to fire — and so, being young and dipt in folly i fell in love with melancholy, and used to throw my earthly rest and quiet all away in jest — i could not love except where death was mingling his with beauty's breath #substance #poetry #nsfw
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