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The fevered finger of guilt and superiority
withers
How many years
Since the torment
The lure of Catherine
The infinite distance
Scent of cypress on Capri
Whiskey seeping from our pores
Writhing in passion for God and sex

I was happy then

-Graham Greene

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[youremyrushmore]

woah, cool. i like it more now, but i still don't know how i feel about "finger"