Belle Morte
And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped
around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love.
But as well as the horror, I also felt a strange longing.
MARGARET ATWOOD
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around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love.
But as well as the horror, I also felt a strange longing.
MARGARET ATWOOD
[ s o u n d t r a c k ]