From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled w — Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled w — Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled w — Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled w — Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled w — Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
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From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled white petticoats: Kind Devil, deliver me.

— Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil's Coming
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