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Member Since: 01/21/2003
DM Level: 6th, 89.35%
DM Title: Superior Master Story Teller of the Third Circle
Player Experience Points: 5011
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm'd-see here it is-
I hold it towards you.
-John Keats, "This Living Hand"
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