Blood and Water - Clockwork Angel

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I dare not always touch her, lest the kiss
Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss,
Brief bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin;
Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

-Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Laus Veneris"

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