Nay says the hart
This t'was a lie
Tis different
Oddly shy
Little rat
T'was kind to say
Thee could stay
In Tybalt's realms
For all but today
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Memories Graveyard
PoetryA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.
