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Night Thoughts
The very picture of fashionable melancholy
Hands tangled in long dark hair
A face twisted into mock horror
Lips like blood on pale snow
O! Cynthia!
Nine nights
Nine different beds
He payed extra to hear her last ragged breath
Other than the nine nights,
Other than the nine nights, and the name of Cynthia, this poem reminds me very much of Jack the Ripper, or someone like Jack the Ripper. Is that close?
Coerulescent
Powerful Write
9 beds? last breath? Enormous emotions at hard work here - Whew! incredible telling. - allets