AND ONE KISS I HAD OF HER MOUTH, AS
I TOOK THE APPLE FROM HER HAND. BUT
WHILE I BIT IT, MY BRAIN WHIRLED AND MY
FOOT STUMBLED; AND I FELT MY CRASHING
FALL THROUGH THE TANGLED BOUGHS BENEATH
HER FEET AND SAW THE DEAD WHITE FACES
THAT WELCOMED ME IN THE PIT.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
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