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A Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its
A Thing of Beauty A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower qu...
A Thing of Beauty A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower qu...
Her Masterpiece Is Her Story
Her paintbrush is a razor, Her
Her Masterpiece Is Her Story Her paintbrush is a razor, Her canvas, her wrists, I deserve the pain. She shrugs and insists. One day the brush will p...
Her Masterpiece Is Her Story Her paintbrush is a razor, Her canvas, her wrists, I deserve the pain. She shrugs and insists. One day the brush will p...
The Mask of not Living/Loving
He whom I enclose with my name is
The Mask of not Living/Loving He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wa...
The Mask of not Living/Loving He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wa...
If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all
If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all m...
If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all m...
THE LANGUAGE OF ASH
Anarchy and misery whispered so softly that
THE LANGUAGE OF ASH Anarchy and misery whispered so softly that only she could hear their voices, so she threw crabapples at a mail man to draw atten...
THE LANGUAGE OF ASH Anarchy and misery whispered so softly that only she could hear their voices, so she threw crabapples at a mail man to draw atten...
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