April 2010
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This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were...
– John Keats (via memmis)
Amelia Grace: You say you love →
I. You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth - O love me truly!
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You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid’s nun, And kept his weeks of…
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