; Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again! ; I am sorry my sire, I cannot heave my heart into my heart.; Mend your speech a little, my dear.If anything isn't clear, left murky or ambiguous: castigate me. I'll be happy to re-write with the help of feedback or explain anything.
; I am sorry my sire, I cannot heave my heart into my heart.
; Mend your speech a little, my dear.
1. Roots & Memories Remember the entrapping, wound memories of our roots and those we shared it with.Complete - Friendship - Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 41 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 3-3-08 - Published: 3-3-08