Friday, October 5, 2018

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth...

...And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird,My little bird.

I only pet  him and he fainted...pinky swear.

And thou art dead, as young and fair 
As aught of mortal birth; 
And form so soft, and charms so rare, 
Too soon return'd to Earth! 
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed, 
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread 
In carelessness or mirth, 
There is an eye which could not brook 
A moment on that grave to look. 

  Sometimes I get frightened by all the animals I have around the Retreat, but they keep me company when nobody is around.

 So this is how it feels to be lonely
This is how it feels to be small
This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all...

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