We all know darkness is a friend o' divine-
for, who shall drink my sorrow
as I drown in this wine
~Inspired by William Winter's poem on Death
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Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
