Shelly's Poetry: Destine

Monday, February 2, 2009

Destine

Fate ‘You are a haughty bastard!’ Of the events, I shall not re-create left in the womb as shameless regard this child of a husband-less galley slave. Fate ‘You are a haughty bastard.’ Of the events, I see them in sate like flowing river water over stones un-turned; disregard for the events I now... Sign in to see full entry.

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