She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. by piclry · Published September 19, 2022 · Updated September 19, 2022 She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. – : Shakespeare The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.Share this:FacebookX Related
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