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Emoluments.

"monsoon night
shrouded in mist
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--@poemexe.com

A signed Pessoa.

"pigeon passenger

Excess of Mercy did not make this world;
in strangest strangeness. Yet also, a password
into. If only all! we thrive
like weeds in a wall. We pray
to Father Christmas while breaking on the wheel.
Do you think I don’t know that?
I have so many lies at hand.
I choose at times to be harsh for truth, though.
For honor. (That despised word.)
Honor is a harder thing than love,
so I spare everyone but those I truly love…
And not a day passes that I don’t despair
in this labyrinth of knives where I’m still too nesh.
And that is how I know I don’t belong!“

–Alderman Whinny, The Sun Sometimes Rises (1911)

The Ballad of Pearl May Lee.