Is by recording angels heard,
And every action fills a page
In Bibles of a future age?
I say what if, but it is so.
The question is: What if you know?
The Tree yet bears the Sibyl’s leaves.
I tell you now, but none believes.
When poets write constrained by rhyme, They use the language to divine. And when they cheat and bend the rules, They slough the suits and pl...
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i've been thinking about this a lot lately
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