 half-sketched.staccatos 2007-11-12 . chapter 1konban wa
Yes! Finally a poem not about: "I can't live without you; I'd give up my friends and religion for you -- just to have you break my hear tin the end." *rolls eyes* Sure, they can be well-written; but I think that has become the sole topic on fictionpress as of late. This was like a breath of fresh air. *grin* Lovely, lovely job.
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