There isn’t much
I care to say
or care to pass
through thought,
I am but turned
to stone and
my veins are
iron wrought.
O, the agony
of breath,
that which takes
great effort to conceive,
may it be by death,
that with rest I
shall receive.
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mikefrawley said:
awwwww, they let my friend bodas play today, and well deserved I might add. You look lovely in Blue. :)
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