i have heard the mermaids singing, each to each...
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain
To thy high requiem become a sod.
i have seen them riding seaward on the waves...
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You smell like trash on a hot summer's day blaugh
Thankies!
*random pig s**t*