A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
Swirling and whiling by your dancing feet,
My face glimpsing up at you and the dance you have made,
It seems fitting that I should end my days by blade,
For tragedy and fantasy send spinning our tale,
We found only love but worth more than the holy grail,
Eyes set only on yours,
Hidden behind closed doors,
Enemy or not my heart doth beat,
Even if our love must be deceit,
A rose by another name Would smell as sweet,
What matters is what something is, not called.
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
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