dedalus Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 False friends beam slyly in the taproom and thy name is now unknown to me, thou Jezebel! The very doors of hell yawn wide in a field in daylight my bruiséd soul to greet. A breeze whistles through the woods, and I, who once would fawn, dissemble fright, who would once yield, go weak in my knees, go light of head, run fey in your sight, am but a warp in a winding sheet. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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