Diary Heart
Doth if not thrill thee, poet, Dead and dust though thy art, To feel how I press thy singing close to my heart? May I say live forever quiet gentle fragile silky brittle.Once upon a Halloween rather than H-a-p-p-y B-i-r-t-h-d-a-y t-o- y-o-u. Go stay desire anywhere except here. Freedom at what cost may I ask my lady as im always searching for more more and more. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And If I should die before I awake I pray I am SOZO.
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