Bro,
Thy brow is nearest to blissful beauties than wings of fair maidens. And I, a friend of all, am taken jealous of this star. Begone thy garden, cruel and rosy, for our careless heart embraces with expired poison. Phantoms of pleasure never cease to steal the moon around me. My feet ready to forget the hills. My eyes inspired by the air upon your nature. My heart shears with your earnest grasping as doth not fade away into secrets. I would swear by my dying day the still midnight romance never pass.
With all my soul your lovelorn bud,
Chad
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