"Lamia" by John William Waterhouse
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Do you, my friend, love a good
cry, a sad song, a torrid tale gone awry? Take my hand and dare to dream,
to wallow in the loss of lovers gone astray, of loves and lusts lost and
buried, of scorned women and men, neglected hearts, miseries of the soul...
Follow me to Ophelia's Muse where
hearts do not mend, and broken dreams hang in infinite mourning. Let your
fears and tears flow in the shallow waters of Ophelia's self-made grave.
Abandon yourself and find her Muse
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A Tiny Webzine of Erotic Tragedies
Published bi-annually each May & October
Conceived & Edited by Jamie
Joy Gatto of Mind Caviar
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
White his shroud as the mountain
Larded with sweet flowers,
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
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