Tuesday, December 12, 2006


"...she takes my heart, I take her hand...and can you blame me?...Is it such a crime, to crave for one small piece of heaven that I can call mine?...All my life I have yearned, how my spirit has burned, to taste the fruits that my tonsure forbade. Yet, here was a beauty so pure she could truely outshine any star that the lord god ever made..."



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