Not day, Not nightI read by day, but mostly night, My eyes so hurt by autumns light, Ah yes, It’s autumn; it shall soon be dusk, But then, there comes another tusk.Not day, Not night
Twilight; twilight, I heard her speak, A loving pitch she seemed to leak. Her love for light, for dusk or morn, Must Now earn her eternal scorn.
Pity, that; I confess to her,
That even she, hath fallen for; Oh for that damned time of night, This wretched instance dubbed twilight.
It is Not quite night, this time, I say; Yet, Neither is this twilight day, Thus I begin to consider, Wh
New account.
Relief
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"What really fuels your art is the courage to express yourself, and just, sometimes you get kicked in the nuts for it"- Jeff Buckley
Yeah, it was so much bother sorting all the crap I had out.
So what have you been up to since?
I see you have plenty of new things up, I'll check 'em out.
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Solitude varied from short to long,
Now he would lay down and close his eyes,
Never remembering where he’d belong,
And this place blackened by serene cries.
Quietly, quietly he sleeps...
HEY BETCH GUESS WHAT I DREW U A PITCHERS.
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I am a firm believer in Dr. Douchebag's Magic Slut-Boning Technique for Nerds.
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Solitude varied from short to long,
Now he would lay down and close his eyes,
Never remembering where he’d belong,
And this place blackened by serene cries.
Quietly, quietly he sleeps...
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Solitude varied from short to long,
Now he would lay down and close his eyes,
Never remembering where he’d belong,
And this place blackened by serene cries.
Quietly, quietly he sleeps...
And thank ya for the comment.
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Solitude varied from short to long,
Now he would lay down and close his eyes,
Never remembering where he’d belong,
And this place blackened by serene cries.
Quietly, quietly he sleeps...
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