"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, February 22, 2004

well.... how do you get over someone that you don't have to get over with 'cause nothin' did happen between you guys in the first place? hard, eh? and that's not a trick question... and, why, oh why can i just get that someone out of my head? but, new hope shines... another one comes along... meek, yet curious... he doesn't seem to be the type that'll hurt me... but... still, i hold my place... let his desires be mine that we may be one...

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