What fortune is more cursed
Than a lover black of heart
What flower more odious
Than a lovers stall to start
What animal least prepared
For the loss of love
Than the petty man
And his dying dove
What tale more sour
Than the story of man and wife
What play more dramatic
Than this farse of a life
What animal least prepared
For the loss of love
Than the petty man
And his dying dove
What Destiny more doomed
Than me and Rose
What option least fitting
Than the one she chose
What animal least prepared
For the loss of life
Than the broken man
And his endless strife
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
What fortune is more cursed
Than a lover black of heart
What flower more odious
Than a lovers stall to start
What animal least prepared
For the loss of love
Than the petty man
And his dying dove
What tale more sour
Than the story of man and wife
What play more dramatic
Than this farse of a life
What animal least prepared
For the loss of love
Than the petty man
And his dying dove
What Destiny more doomed
Than me and Rose
What option least fitting
Than the one she chose
What animal least prepared
For the loss of life
Than the broken man
And his endless strife
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