laurcan
Though passion plays that solemn part, extends with fire it's painful art, though it may bay and bleat like waves, and fill with doom it's empty caves, though it may write with inky venom, and display it all, within a plenum, though it ma…
Furrowed face begotten of me, Nominated; hurt and Blame's trustee. Censured and swallowed by all absurd, Lambasted, wasted hours deterred . Time's relied to fix this din , But so was hoped by Anne Boleyn. No such fate allies with you , My a…