Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

— George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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