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  • Narrative Poetry Re: The Rose Garden

    She sat alone, in the rain She laughed as the wind blew 10 years it was going to be Today, she knew Beautiful hair and ivory skin eyes that glittered ...

    Sep 20, 2010


My tongue must tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart, concealing it, will break...
— Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew