10-14-2014, 05:01 PM
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Still sends his reguards.
Join Date: Jun 2010
Location: Trying to get out of the cat town....
Posts: 5,039
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William Blake
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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