sickly ironic that sonnets spring forth
unforgivably from my treacherous heart
ghost of my love, depart! Depart.
Inside the Belljar
words
Sunday, February 17, 2008
About Me
- Name: someone
- Location: Somewhere, Massachusetts, United States
sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned / On lips that are for others; deep as love, / Deep as first love, and wild with all regret !
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"I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar"
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