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The Tao of Vampires
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Canst
thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck
from the memory a rooted sorrow, Rase
out the written troubles of the brain, And
with some sweet antidote Cleanse
the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which
weighs upon the heart? -- Macbeth Void of the In-Betweens
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