Your mother may make that face, but! she will accept it as a valid excuse.
And now that I know your name... I can fill in this poem better:
I was a child and she was a child In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and you, my loveliest, my Katie With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
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on 2010-08-12 04:12 am (UTC)And now that I know your name... I can fill in this poem better:
I was a child and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and you, my loveliest, my Katie
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
Fuck yes! I'm the next Edgar Allan Poe...