"To die for an idea; it is unquestionably noble. But how much nobler it would be if men died for ideas that were true."
H.L. Mencken, US writer, editor, and critic (1880-1956)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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