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Opium

I warned you about the danger of letting poems into the house. Now we have verse everywhere, sonnets asleep in the kitchen and bawdy ballads in the bedrooms.

The past, was the future, yesterday. ;)

Never miss an opportunity!!

I sleep well enough but I wake poorly some days: bad dreams all day long My eyes burn, they're sick of reading, writing, and art: which is all I have I'm not unhappy,

Are we ever enough?

Once, there was a boy much like any other boys. And once there was a girl much like any other girls. Good friends they are, and as young kids the only thing they knew was to play and study.