“The breeze - the breath of God - is stillAnd the mist upon the hillShadowy…shadowy…yet unbroken,Is a symbol and a tokenHow it hangs upon the trees,A mystery of Mysteries!.." (Edgar Allan Poe - Spirits of the Dead)
tags: me, ego, Edgar Allan Poe, Poe, Poetry, Goth, spirits of the dead
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