Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Every Dead Thing By: John Connolly

"If th'unborne
Must learne, by my being cut up, and torne:
Kill, and dissect me, Love; for this
Torture against thine owne end is,
Rack't carcasses make ill Anatomies."
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