The End of a Book:
Oh my God, no-why?
He was my favorite too.
There isn't a book two! !
What is the point here.
Much work, little sleep, no more.
Stop that, no more work
A Poe Day:
The echoing dark.
The screaching little black birds.
Flying little stars.
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If You Forget Me
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William Ernest Henley