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The Old Knight
The Old Knight
Below, I Saw the Vaporous Contours of a Human Form
Below, I Saw the Vaporous Contours of a Human Form
He Fixed His Eyes on Me with an Expression That Was So Strange
He Fixed His Eyes on Me with an Expression That Was So Strange
The Breadth and Flatness of the Frontal Bone
The Breadth and Flatness of the Frontal Bone
To All Appearances, It Was a Hand of Flesh and Blood Just Like My Own
To All Appearances, It Was a Hand of Flesh and Blood Just Like My Own
Hideous Larvae
Hideous Larvae
She draws from her bosom a sponge, perfectly black, and covers it with kisses
She draws from her bosom a sponge, perfectly black, and covers it with kisses
The Old Woman: What are you afraid of? A wide black hole! It is empty, perhaps?
The Old Woman: What are you afraid of? A wide black hole! It is empty, perhaps?