So what!, I plee,tis only me!,if it became a chore?
Do not!, she cryed,My wish abide!,My love forever more!
Denie, I must,The drug entrust,Decisions made to free.
And Leave, you will.My life, my quill,The word - My only glee.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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