Forgotten now her fragile golden beauty,
The tilt of her proud chin;
Her quick bright words, her elfish wistful laughter;
Her dreams of lovely things that might have been.
But not a one has ever yet forgotten
Her one small sin.
Jewell Bothwell Tull.
ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS: Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.
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