this is a letter:

I know that

it’s an obsession, a crazy thing,

but I…

And, my love,
I will tell a secret:

But I'm afraid. There are...

I would like to say that...

and

because I don’t see you.
But I’d come for you

everyday... and I...

to say you that:

Don’t forget,

my love,

this is a letter:

I know that

it’s an obsession, a crazy thing,

but I…

And, my love,
I will tell a secret:

But I'm afraid. There are...

I would like to say that...

and

because I don’t see you.
But I’d come for you

everyday... and I...

to say you that:

Don’t forget,

my love,

With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along?


For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me! oh, come with me!
Oh, come with me, my love, Sir Kay!"--


How should he know the witch, I trow,
Morgan La Fey?


-- Cawein, Madison J. (1865-1914), "Morgan La Fey"

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Welcome to my blog. No spamming or vulgarising the tagboard. If you have something mean to say here, go repeat it fifty thousand times in front of a mirror :).

Respect me & my blog and I'll respect you.
My name is Morgan La Fey and I am fifty thousand years old. I utterly despise Merlin. I love eating small children and playing with my warts.

Please erase that shit and put up your own profile :)
put your tagboard here.

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