Bleeding, cold and dying he spoke,
He addressed her emptily to stoke.
‘Live. In your dreams I shall remain.’
‘Live. With you I shall not be in vain.’
‘I shall sleep, an endless sleep.’
‘My heart you shall forever keep.’
Friday, February 21, 2014
Another unproductive month I see
The title says it all. It's a block. A writer's block. I know it's too early for this shit, but hey, to each his own. With all the stuff going on in real life lately, I can't even have a decent idea popup.
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