Last edited by Thea; 02-20-12 at 03:31 am.
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"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Alone again, I
Wonder, will I find love or
More bandits to kill?
Valentine's Day is
For mourning. My dearest friend
Has yet to return.
Waiting is torture,
Watching a building slowly
Upgrade. I hate this.
Spammers in Help,
Generate lots of unrest,
Go back to global.
Downside about guilds,
I now must keep a decent
Reputation here.
A whisper from you,
Feels like a secret shared love,
I quiver with joy.
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"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
A whim, a fancy,
Dancing words on glowing paper,
Snowflake thoughts melting.
Whither away time,
While waiting for her answer.
Wither away rhyme.