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O Daughter of Death and Priapus Perfume Oil
$29.00
O Daughter of Death and Priapus Perfume Oil
$29.00
They were purple of raiment and golden,
Filled full of thee, fiery with wine,
Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden,
In marvellous chambers of thine.
They are fled, and their footprints escape us,
Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain,
O daughter of Death and Priapus,
Our Lady of Pain.
Black opium, wild plum, cypress tar, Bulgarian rose, olibanum, black orchid, and tobacco.
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