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 Jan 2015 Clover
Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Dec 2014 Clover
S G
5/29/14
 Dec 2014 Clover
S G
it only makes sense
that a girl who wants to die
should fall for a man who wants to **** her
 Dec 2014 Clover
Bri
Insanity
 Dec 2014 Clover
Bri
"Don't let madness corrupt you." A wise man once said, but it is impossible not to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself.
 Oct 2014 Clover
Cami
Paper
 Oct 2014 Clover
Cami
she cuts her skin
like paper
because she knows
she'll never last
in a world
so big and bad

with the scarred paper
she shows
her battle  wounds
which express the pain
buried deep inside
because she
is so big and bad

so she tears at the paper
and she screams
and now her precious paper
isn't so precious
anymore

and now she's made of paper
and paper never lasts
in a world
so big and bad

{c.m.}

— The End —