beaconofoldtown
- Reads 32,356
- Votes 946
- Parts 11
βTake me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my museβ
Henry always liked to take care of flowers, and Liliana Alarie was one flower that he would take care of for forever.