Until The End

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the poem has a certain morbid fascination for me right now!i am rather tough on poets cos i was raised by one! but you caught me in a generous mood this fine summer's mourning!i have lived a number of your lines since i am being haunted by an old Siclian lover who drives me stark raving mad!he is the meanest man on earth! consider yourself lucky!
the poem has a certain morbid fascination for me right now!i am rather tough on poets cos i was raised by one! but you caught me in a generous mood this fine summer's mourning!i have lived a number of your lines since i am being haunted by an old Siclian lover who drives me stark raving mad!he is the meanest man on earth! consider yourself lucky!
Oh I wish I could be this sort of thing on my last love. He surely needs/deserves it. This poem makes me feel evil inside, but I'm smiling at the same time because of the ending, where it makes you feel happy. Nice work!!