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Mar 2014
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
I sweat as my fingers pound the keys.
My breathing becomes erratic, my words bordering on incoherence.
This...
Will be...
A masterpiece!

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more of a disaster as I become more temperate.
Did someone say... procrastination?
Lilith Reid Brown
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Lilith Reid Brown  A Lake of Fire
(A Lake of Fire)   
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   --- and Alex
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