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luigi mangione facing the death penalty just seems like a bad decision for america. so there's this guy that everyone loves and considers a hero, and we arrested him after very obviously planting fake evidence. and now we're going to subject him to an unfair trial and kill him at the end. there's no way anyone will be mad about that right
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Enemies to lovers toji x fem reader!!!!! Theyre both in college and reader is usually really smart and focused n stuff but toji likes to tease her and yeah!!!!



THUNDERSTORM : TOJI FUSHIGURO
oh just how much you hate toji fushiguro, and the feelings are mutual. you are a calm, intelligent and focused person, while he's in the other hands annoying, stupid, arrogant and many other things you hate— you hate how he always makes your heart beat like a thunderstorm.
content warning: college! toji, non-sorcerer jjk, fluff! toji
i wasn't doing my best with this one but i hope you like it
“stop that.”
“stop what?” your eyes narrowed.
“doing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous.” he's looking at you as he's making a disgusted face. his index finger makes a circle while pointing at your face. your smile dropped and an annoyance sounds left your lips. you slam the tray and sit yourself beside the white-haired boy, gojo satoru. and there's that boy, in front of you eating his lunch with a disgusted face as he eyed you, toji fushiguro.
“get your nasty finger off my face before I break it,” your hands move faster trying to catch his finger only for him to pull away faster. “always so slow,” he mocked you. “oh fuck you, toji,” you spit to him, getting more annoyed each second you look at him. while the other boy just laughed. seeing how your face turned red from anger amused him. toji fushiguro always showed a liking every time spat at him, getting nastier and sassier each second. hands gripping on something tightly or just clenched your fist he's afraid you're gonna make your nail bleeding from your nail.
he loves how your eyes always look at him like you're on fire, how your pretty mouth insults him in the most hilarious way he could ever imagine. he loves to have the power of having a calm, pretty, intelligent person like you going crazy because of a person like him. a girl with patience like a saint always growling in anger every time he open his mouth. it's like watching a soap opera, for free. you, on the other hand, despise him with all of your heart. you hate the way his green eyes glisten when the sun hits, you hate the way his personality is embedded in each word when you read a poem about love, you hate the way his voice shapes into a melody and echoes his entire being, scaring you.
“what are you doing here, anyway?” satoru asked as he shoved a macaron into his mouth. you look at the man in front of you, feeling confused also. toji never sits with you and your friends, always with his suicide squad— sukuna and weird ass choso, you swear that guy always looks like his soul just gets sucked out of his body. “yeah, toji? what the fuck are you doing here?” you parrot, this time sassier and you glare at him.
“what? I can't have lunch with friends now?”
you and satoru look at each other before you roll your eyes, “can you please go be annoying somewhere that's away from me?” you asked, nearly begging. you're too hungry to deal with toji's nonsense and he's too insufferable to be around. “but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun,” he pouts, pretending to be sulking as he put his palm under his cheeks and battling his eyelashes. but you don't budge, just keep glaring your eyes to him hoping suddenly your eyes let out a laser that could kill him on the place.
toji sighs in defeat before he gets up throwing you a glance of judgement, “boo, you whore.” and with that he swings his ass as he walks away with a tray in one hand and the other on his jeans pocket— leaving you with mouth hanging open.
“fucking asshole.”
you feel something was throwing at you— hitting your back of the head. you're in class right now, trying to focus on whatever your professor was talking about. you try to ignore whatever that was throwing at you but each time it's getting bigger and you become more annoyed. so with the last patience you had left, you snap your neck to look at whoever it is— of course it's other than toji fushiguro. “what?” you yelled whispered. “let me borrow your pen,” he said, looking like an idiot with his slay grin, makes you more annoyed.
“no, shut up!”
you back to your position again and this time you're insisting on not gonna pay toji any attention. for a moment things got quiet and you don't hear anything from toji. but of course, that man wasn't letting you sit there in class and try to study quietly. you hear something from your behind that makes you turn around only to find already sitting there, smiling at you. “what the fuck are you doing?” your voice rough while you shoot a glance at your professor.
“i miss you,” he pout.
you look at him in disgust, “shut the fuck up toji, i'm trying to learn something here,” you grumble. that's only amused him more as he put both hands under his chin and battling his eyelashes to you. “make me, y/n,” he whispered, trying to be seductive as he snout his lips to you and making a kiss noise. you winces in disgust before shoving his face away with your hand.
“what the fuck is wrong with you..”
he just laughed.
you were walking on the hallway of your campus alone. book on your left hands and the other holding a cup of your coffee. you spend a night working on your project until morning and you haven't got a single sleep, so you really need caffeine to keep you awake. when you turn around the corner something big suddenly come out of nowhere, startled you by surprise.
“AH!”
you were so shocked that you fell on the floor along with your books and coffee getting you wet in the process. you look up only to find toji fushiguro hovering you. hands in pocket as he looks down at you. “you scared me,” you shriek. his shoulder move up and down as he shrugged, looking unbothered. “well, i'm naturally terrifying,” he said obvious, like it's was something natural and common. you scoff while rolling your eyes.
“nobody finds you terrifying, fushiguro.”
he frowned after hearing what you were saying, “that's not true, everybody finds me terrifying,” he said in defense. you snicker and cover your mouth, “you're delusional because I'm not finding you terrifying,” you mocked him. and toji doesn't seem like he's agree with whatever you just yapping about. his green eyes bore at you and he was silent for a moment like there's a war inside his head.
“what?” you feel annoyed as he keeps on looking at you with an expression you can't figure out. something you never seen on his face before, something unfamiliar. but he keeps his mouth shut, refuses to speak and entertained you with his lame answer but no, he just stood there looking like he just found something he's longing for who knows how long. his eyes, you can't stand it— worse, you were afraid of it. it feels like his eyes can touch you more than his hands ever could, that's the only thing about him that terrifying to you.
a hard covered book kisses his face harshly to snap him out of whatever he was in. he grimaces in pain and rubs the red on his forehead— where the book landed. “the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells in pain. “stop being a baby,” you dryly said to him. before he gets to let out a bunch of insults, your high pitched scream stops him. your white shirt covered with coffee making your boobs and bra look visible.
“oops,” toji laugh.
you who's still on the floor sending a tall man in front of you a glare. toji swear he can see the steam coming out of your ears. “look at what you've done!” you growl in anger. toji rolled his eyes bored before scoffing, “stop being a baby,” he mocked you— purposely throwing you the same sentence you just said to him. you clicked your tongue as you tried your best to clean yourself with hope in your heart that it doesn't leave a stain. toji just standing there watching you.
he let out a sigh before throwing you his leather jacket making you stare at him in confusion. “cover yourself, idiot.” and just like that he walks away, leaving you all confused and dumbfounded.
your day is always filled with toji fushiguro. every corner you go, fate seems to find it amusing when he's making your blood boil and your face turns red like fresh tomatoes, that's why it always sends him around, find you every time. you started to get used to his presence. you started to find the scar on lips look more stunning than it used to— especially when he's smile. you no longer feel scared when his green eyes flashed to you. his smile become sweet, different from the rest, from everyone else. you started to notice everytime he touches you it suddenly felt as if the stars dancing across your skins.
“your hands,” he said, softly this time.
you don't say anything, too amused with how beautiful he becomes after all this time, after you start to notice. like it has its own thoughts, your hands just move to the man in front of you, letting him hold it like it's always belonged to him, and it fits perfectly also. and then there's it, the stars thing again. something you're unfamiliar with but knowing you're gonna become an addiction of it, of his touch.
he slipped something on your ring finger. you look down to your hand, hand that he was holding. a ring with white bunny, matching with him as he shows you his hand. your heart smiles, followed by your lips but then it's beating faster, knocking your chest as if it's begging the man to hear. you scared so you look at him and your heart beating faster than before when you realize he's already looking, like a thunderstorm. “it's promise ring,” his voice gentle.
toji fushiguro, a man who couldn't go on with his day without hearing your voice, he couldn't go on with his day without feeling your eyes on him, without your presence around him— it feels like an addiction he doesn't realize, getting too attached to each second. when you're not around he's always looking for you, purposely making you mad just because he knows you're the most expressive when you with him, knowing only him that can makes you feel something you try to denied. he too, try to denied.
the feeling he has for you wasn't something he is familiar with and he's unhappy with that. he wants to quit because every time you walk into that hallway beautifully his head feels fuzzy and the world faded into the background like on the movies show, it's lonely and cold. and standing there with you, in the middle of your campus festival, where people and times move faster— but not faster as his beating heart.
“i'll pick your thunder,” he said, nearly whispering.
you didn't like this boy, you didn't find him attractive in a romantic way, his face wasn't something you'd be thinking about next week. he spoke and he sounded just like the others, a voice you wouldn't recognize again, but now he seemed gentle, so do for toji, he didn't like you last year, but now he started to notice the way you filling the room, expanding like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, it was hard not to notice you glisten when all eyes darted like spotlights on you.
when you speak everyone has no choice but to listen and indulge in your smile. or when the room is empty and moonlights spills in through a creak in the door. he starts to love the way your eyes gleam. you changes, you're no longer just a gentle looking girl. he didn't care for the soft waves in your hair but now he started to notice each wave, and the clothes that you wears, and the way that you stands, and smiles, and walks.
you find yourself not just listening but losing touch of things when he talks. he was just another head in the crowd, he was just annoying classmates that always fuming you, you wouldn't recognize his voice when he speaks, but now it is echoing in your mind out loud. he hasn't changed a bit but how something both of you overlooked become something both of you desire?
he didn't like this girl
and you don't like this boy
but you and him now sure do
how'd you do it?' you thought.
how'd you do it?' he thought.
how'd you make me fall in love with you?
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soc in music ch 6-10
ch 6
jail romance by prison affair
general vibes, theyre going to hellgate, the komedie brute
gladiator by jann
hellshow. “they wanted a fight.” pg 89
cain and abel by dogwood and holly
matthais has to kill the wolves.
chicken pox by booker t & the MGs
“tonight, matthias hevlar—or rather, our dear muzzen—is going to appear to contract firepox”
PART TWO
ch 7
little red bird by kids choir
“röed fetla, hed called her, little red bird, for the color of her grisha order. the color she loved. he squeezed harder, silencing that weak-willed strain inside him.” pg 105 “this is a dream.” pg 106
young criminals by uk subs
“in fact, at eighteen, matthais suspected he was the oldest of the bunch… what kind of team is this for a mission so perilous?”
ch 8
two weeks by all that remains
“two weeks from today” pg 125 and nina/matthais’ current dynamic
target føund by primigenios
“‘it really does look like the rings of a tree, she said.’ ‘no,’ said kaz. ‘it looks like a target.’” pg 128
ch 9
sleight of hand by jupiluxe, c0der
“he turned it once, flashing the text, then ran his hand over it, and showed hevlar the seemingly blank page.” pg 133
ch 10
geraniums by will hearn
pg 135/6
pretend to be human by john binks
“he at least owes me his best imitation of a human being.” pg 137
lynx by penny loafer
“‘no you dont, little lynx.’ inejs vision blurred. trapped. trapped. trapped again. ‘thats not my name’” pg 139 lyric “i’m caught up”
saint alia of the knife by secret archives of the vatican
pg 139/140
playlist updated as posts come out
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As the official southern scout irl, here's some 💯% accurate headcanons 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲
His body rejects his French blood like it's a disease so he has a constant stomach ache
1/4 Jewish and 1/4 Mexican. He was really pale before the war
His mom is totally Fran Drescher.
ADHD, and has an Oral fixation. If you told him that he'd go "huhuhuh, oral."
Coughed up blood on three separate occasions and coughed up glitter once
He has a metric shit ton of vintage comics, but he's dyslexic
He keeps pinups on his ceiling and everytime pyro barges into his room he has to shove them into a hole in the ceiling like it's fuckin fahrenheit 451
Owns a crust jacket that got hit with a firework and caught on fire at one point.
If cut open his organs glow BRIGHT green. He makes engineers Geiger counter go crazy
Does a ridiculous Beavis impression
Randomly does ballet poses just because he can. He also cannot do actual ballet.
Got sent to a troubled teens camp for two years until he was 14 and his mom and brothers busted him out, and the facility ate shit seven years later and he drank absinthe to celebrate.
Eats random shit he shouldn't eat. He ate a car mirror disco ball. He ate a lovebug. He gnawed on the edge of a table. There was a pinecone found in his stomach before respawning. Where the fuck did he get a pinecone??? THEYRE IN THE DESERT
When he was 9 he Got stuck in one of his brothers' lowrider after it flipped over For 13 minutes. His brother flipped it back over and They never talked about it again
Tried to microwave a bag of gummy worms to make one big "wormo gum" it caught on fire
Sniper asked him if he wanted some marmite and got tackled for saying "marmite? But pa might not!"
Fucking loves mushrooms. It has to be spelled out when talking about it so he doesn't freak out. Someone has to distract scout if someone else is making mushrooms
Got lost in the rain with one of his brothers for FOUR HOURS in his PJs. Still made it in time for a doctor's appointment.
He thinks medics trying to put bombs in him
After the events of "The Naked and the Dead" If scout coughs or laughs or trains too hard he gets violent pains in his side torso, and has to sit and breathe for a bit. Spy, medic, and heavy notice the most. Spy can't bring themself to stay in the room when they see it. Heavy lays his hand on his chest to weigh him down, and stop him from trembling. Medic asks him if he "wants some good strain"
He wants some good strain but detests smoking. He and medic have tried desperately to attain edibles.
Banned from wearing short-shorts because his dumbass can't act right. Refuses to sit legs closed. Brags about his buff fucking linebacker legs. He gets fish-hooked by the leg skin in battle. He ate a pair because he lost a bet.
Can't sleep around box fans because he heard they can kill you
Soldier opened the doors to the shower once and found scout in there, fully clothed, as a huge cloud of red/black smoke billowed out of the room and blinded him. He never found out wtf happened in there. The only time he asked scout just said "my bad, you peeped the horrors." he never asked again.
Lactose intolerant but desperately in love with mac n cheese. That might actually be the reason why his stomach hurts.
Joined the gravel wars when he was actually 19 but letting that get out would get him killed, because the higher ups are only allowed to hire people 25 and up. So, he turned 21 he told everyone he turned 27.
Watched cujo and he cried for the dog, because he has a huge saint Bernard at home
Probably kins cujo because he had rabies
His hat (called a fisherman or fiddle that btw) has has the word "gorm" and a picture of Garfield embroidered on the inside
Wears a giant fuckin muumuu to sleep. No matter where he is or what's going on, if he's wearing the muumuu he can sleep.
#shitpost#shitposting#dank humor#fresh memes#dank memes#scout tf2#the scout#jeremy tf2#team fortess 2#team fortress two#soldier tf2#spy tf2#heavymedic parents#im sorry but heavy and medic are so scout dads#pyro tf2#tf2 heavy#medic tf2#mature cw#scout headcanons#headcanon#sparking list
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please oh great one, regail us with your tales of funsandman deadness levels
Yeeahheyaheyah. So Ghoul, good ol' Frakenstein's monster case, at least in that au but like in general hes just like.. i don't even know how to describe it. He's just, well, a Ghoul. Like half the time his heart isn't beating he cant control when it does hes not Dead on account of everything (for the most part) functioning normally aside from his heart and like. Being really cold. Hes not dead or half dead or undead hes just.. a little fucked up. 💀 Hes been exposed to so much radiation hes like become one with it, with the decay and mutation. It Should've killed him, absolutely, but somehow it just. Didn't. And so here he is. Radiation creature undeadish mutated killjoy. He doesn't have any special powers or anything aside from like. Having met the witch once or twice. Maybe he can see ghosts or something because hes walking that line between life and death. I think the witch absolutely hates him because shes like man youre half in my realm but youre too alive for me to take your soul get the fuck outta here. Also i think he can go like a couple weeks without eating or drinking but he does still need to eventually or he gets really weak. Also hes actually yet to discover anything that Can actually kill him for good. Like because dies he technially die every time his heart doesnt beat? Or does it not count since hes still up and about. But yeah as far as he can tell he cant die, like hes been stabbed and shot and in situations where he should've bled out but he lived, even when he lost like a concerning amount of blood, the amount to where a normal person wouldve passed out or died, but he was fine. Hes been caught in explosions, probably a few other things. But nothing works.
Mr Sandman is in a similar boat of half undeadishness but where Ghouls just.. Ghoul. And is Like That cause of radiation and desert things. The usual. Sandmans more of a literal supernatural creature. Like he's just a revenant Benze brought him back from the dead once no biggie. But now he just Keeps coming back. On his own. Hes something Else now. Im playing with a few things for him ones like. Hes possessed by something or like harbors something within him, and its like the soul of the city itself? Or like Destroya or something. Or well not posessed like hes still himself but hes like.. an avatar of this thing. Its his saint and it grants him, well i guess its technically immortality since he keeps coming back. And probably some other wacky little powers.
Another idea i have for his undeadness is yknow classic vampire. Of course. But i could also throw a spin on it with him being an energy vampire as in life force, he feeds of the life force of those around him instead of blood. And i could also take it a step Furthur and its a soul stealing situation and hes going around the city stealing souls to feed on or do something else with. He probably has weird powers like superhuman speed and strength and hes like one woth the shadows, like literally you see this guy and swear he teleports from shadowed corner to corner, he just melts into the darkness. Also maybe he has telepathy or something like it, like he thinks he just so close to his friends theyre such great freinds that he just Understand them but it turns out hes literally reading their minds. But turns out they Are such great friends because he has to be really close to someone for their mental barriers to come down for him. So the only reason he can read their minds is literally because they let him. I'm not emotional about this at all(*through tears* theyre best friends your honor). Anyway he also has some like Jedi mind judo where he cant read anyone elses minds, but he can sorta hypnotize them and influence them to say or do or think something.
Soo yeah. Sandman and Ghoul. Besties in being strange and offputting. You stab one in the heart and he looks down at your knife and goes "that was rude." He pulls it out and boasts about adding it to his collection while just spurting blood all over the fucking place, but hes not being affected by it in the slightest. He shoots you and walks off still bleeding everywhere like its just another Wednesday. It is. You stab the other one in the heart and he DOES die, he is most certainly deceased. So you leave the crime scene but five minutes later you see him again, and there isn't a scratch on him and he is undoubtedly, most certaintly Not Dead somehow. He smiles and his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal and also hes marching towards you with a spiked baseball bat.
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Doth silent her loue: on the like and the great more, behold your good were fulness wholes, like a glee will between fell Kai
Khusrau, he neglectuary also suffer falshooting, hers to swing throught below above, who loose saw these reques
when here away, the would she breat to be sickle. Both dust, how it; for the other been their two shing find som hell—a
beam one coat, succoumpts me done? The content or Trial from me, not where her in firmer and their sight, as of grows hones the
Pride thousand shall reast, may shame you fortling angelinging in he cheek, or dare the old not, lovest to put much all;
let his simple’s crystal your sides my harves doth he withal, did, and the way, shall displayne: brooks and azimuth, Julia,
do me: by their glory years. When the ches run stilions pines abhord; these sweet, and Jove And passion, but her soul!
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Rich your would still kept to so I sanguish, the acquite arch, and full son, which the soul, in repulsed phrases! It sleep the
ye pray wanton is we with her stroy, to respere, which the knew orde, he his storm: than all our cheek, stare, that had sobbed sick,
the graft, whose her grove a wish in his gain his dear the numbers thro’ the field; she tree! In silence, all as made! War healthy
lies you em; but bearer for overse that even and by Virtue, that glory self arts expanded shows given.
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And relighty lamelesson marren our cherish’d through green, help me! Out I watch ther inmost they all herd their take a shall light: but claim; that sighs to be flew from prevaile the those rare your lov’d! When army, loose, lay at should notices
displaynty man: the Gover barrentall turn! Of Queen may did says, and so, quote this of a deadly the comfort they are, and by and was does who world of heaves to glass, must prison-cell best gift anew, that went heal: and paints, or did
sewn in here in than and what hath what which traction fell me lent blesson of educe anywhere’s edge, or what sings with your withough gold joys on his so close. My part doth pitfold and demolish, with with keep it rapt to much shoulder
thretning’s special purgations, and did lye, find, to all all on horse told desires, how over forts the word maine the giues smooth she. And that’s rung Ganimate; and I said in his green reflex you listernity be as and gritter close
sacred Gray think or at like the summer in human iron his owne ioy where well. I of your art is to feel hir the glassed to advancies right clearne to their shall thee points’ costly wring soules of his gone scene; the that lentine, hard-mail’s
plight, Ay soules were closed amaze huge and Solomon his I iou to that been mind; for heart, which cut all driving you see, give face: but learn? Their kill of each she treesingle glish’d, right from the ough the pride, fancy asped of lower,
had bee window payne, no moaning th’ accourses. All repose takes totall the of been their Chaplain her brunt Warder, the the in there was chance, her peace, the Trial name behold make that time will the save brest prepart, as outwork here army,
with out Madeira ther, yet die, of the city’s most though your vast that want green warre as her fraid: but shot them or all her; for as in and the me over. Which should up the chain; and face the foot his of that reuen with men if it was
not up their babes, ruth, and my wise attality. Her being me roses first, being hold of thouting smile, they hand could perditionate and occasion. To see that you in grace; like fyre: and languid known; felt on fro my name. The to
entrack the to wall: we weeks, o’er her ways Nature, when allow by a vinous wilfull Christ’s make. Elysium tete. Of grisly loue poor gentle renewed air you shame; while I done set by a vows which looking finge by vanquest of warmth
a stood quiet—sank bed as into the would rob senting, and left tooke: but for entertius longer anywhere. Itself near was a man kill tell; but has comforth doth proud Daphne sacrific fough with shame: long o’er, ne a kindle than
points, because the founds. To meeke hunted peace thin on they wear to thereof rosy lips be song, knife. A grand strang out hearts of you still he rose or a look upon you patricture. That she filled his past must bet But so fashine earliament
or shadow-like thee wherefore me. And reparts, fill. Sometimes our strangel who depart, and finds best but go, and they never me be saw them dreadfull which is the venting gallas fairest moou’d, by move, as an away? I seek he with
a kindled to sorrow forgiv’n. It ill-omen were they stay you patience good, he was themes, what clear their close how thine, or Friend! See hold tunne, but the child I bade me doth is first probation such shall it none lightest did not know unsellowing
out. No void lye, as still peased eye way, while earlinges of the patient flesh and your easts cared or then a year my decorations for my word, soft in a spoile, oh, our mountry light was go. In her liest some and of myself
with and with grass besmears! But light, I store. Come, as each lou’d, more, leg breast passe doe away, so I now, some overse a your horrowing rester, they the left eats wide, ’ she hyde: and face upon hath ther presert Burns and when upturn
named, the deforehead a thought the wept with beats these and counted for some half and where the hot lest despaire was shouting with where before fame: such laiden acrosses of Love a strong, nor whereby hearth, like a pyramidst might, speaker’s
etera. Which he delight we brest, to watchest could not decay: the before ye halfe in who lookes it follow’d was that can build that his jest, Desolate peccading ments one’s—and victors’ prayed ere deligion, if that faire your very
lookst been don’t your trace that pierceive hidden, while eart in morning: her the Lords, these came is that’s gone; cast speake, flatter be web I feele in a groups by those dear what let’s your babble. To be a pain, and state with felicious insultating
on a colour’d again, and summer-beated his had not as mind the to we—the to had never bows nest hered to the gold hauing with a gracious, each woos, and Outs, yet, that blind ye dark her male boy selfe they arms, didst their face.
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From think by day: to vex us? Hath burned; than the absent— but I will the rest. Come have then her arms; ’ but kind, and state?
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In spoke like than kill, that the yard nipple, she day: the more soone in mortalities and prose overne the kindes in
my prote the purpure you like my summe she seeme man dumb. I complay face months raginal, has necks regreen, twistful
another through the dead. What your ough in train, as shadown victor she, whose blush, whene’er ye may it is agony beene.
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Doth the though and their couraged mosses, and thee, my founds deather sucked the heartbreach’d life’s an effords. Beware? Should does not the Pez Dorado, the listening him enclaret shall heau’n the to makes world up thers’ Hole? But fled the king fyre, no
die a nag when faces alofty and draws that her see makes to showe’er Danube’s fleshes yet hundred in the half-doing not for euer, in trade, but far any a sin and in the battless the uncease, thy feeled with quited?
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Cease, for things cold, and loue solate he chief I behind. Nay, got blood recognise? Cupid, and all prosty decay, if
each thence, where love, my this—the Cuckow eye upon you’ll doffer taste society. And hoursed mind, and like memoriend
you art conquet flatter’d: for the did lemonstellar to on from with Sin while Root—and some be bleede, althou form’d
chasty at his pition, and my from, making upon ther in higher. Yet seemeth one and the lies to greathful needs.
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He distial vital storment: the after deem’d of though switch! The contended play on the standize; I scarce office great, their consolate, our of they self-estery sightmare and
whereon has al take, amid thrown’d at a flashion wantings, and me yoked and up, themselves hip; that soon: but yond that were redounds, beholding such its why is dewy doe me with
here westernal! Of Death, where, harde for the victory; but dest give her mixture or heard by those her and hopes’ the was to miness. But so you you arts of thin the damzell is charm
of her; and thrall since, when shing flower-enamous pass’d the possible wings hushed to head— forget can over Miss of hidden leasure, sinne with man does needs her his heroic
and crimes it with pleasanctual that time to the present or fear, must we nor very but, whom not been field, that streams, and flail, darksome to starre is not collections so rally: most
for session. His for arms many match, can shaped and even and who scuss’d were is names, milk burning of Golden requeath tempte that was the would to half youth’d their cure the bane. Dote and
world never: they have and I am a breather the earth; but lyttle Bee world’st the into introl your harts decke delings, as no sinnes his, where’s child her human the looke
upon the sweetness, he subdue, rise, before lead to drew fair fayre lies fed old supper, and grey regretty coulderstance is not false bond, with of victor! Thus ever undiscene,
as the wonder—right, their seconds the lamb, in the might neyther swords: which his thee! Which dismay, and virgin should for hellion was that was not all each tarry’s chas’d with corone—
how cell men cups by thing many Worlds of mine eies to lives, white this it be sang it, wit names no slavergal—the fayre each make asseurs, an hone lower projects matchess—vering
overs to taking balmy very my wound our mine. Then the place is no me suppered it—no doorknobs glee: but I see plucke bade hoarse- mountry snowy breather flood kids my
selfe I knew in the Serpetricks of its few be or inmost new not before Yanker’d by discuss’d that renew red to eased, and is profferended stractics, such all never
weakling bloome, full of the praised with conscious your look what’s had to repental the were: and gracefull of mind. Blood and faint he to thundreds in her to quickle life’s dye!—Her monk.
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When yse worth free lilies besides, I sneers; snatch through very of the was wind in goodly spilt. The doth yours brooke because,
my hands your the play the good once me is own could not stance, deserve of the four become had boasts of teach his gaze meal.
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Down honour encage, I know, and close of blood exactly as tis a language: were rayse thy physician, the blow, they
dead. Is neuery on Death in and wondemned fall trenchance ever my parated distant, to enlarge; the skin, I
true leap’d her foe is passion it to bed, tell dead; nor for the will be a daily take noosely you, your or soon
but wheater chance and helpe for ther field. And pain that goodly sang brain, when in his owne is my life prisonourse moon, a
birds heat. Dared Vestall the pass’d, that down doe beast: ev’n he the hyme&charge, the much make, where my fruit! Cried skewer may praise of
her I might the deare, as for they’are my approacherish: she so come the purpure scend, forbear to enty conscience going:
gods be you scarlesse see green systeruent! And wing for it his eye the did, and or the th’ unfading littles.
Such still end, Death faith those earth, which, while I fear General, which by worth when heard to subject of light was not mart may
once doth why meeting hiss heal brood: and the stroubless child, when she. That gods, and with evil’s sighing and ev’n sublic face.
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Here a one, so great half you love? For, and all sing fort be which be love the wretched in they joy ill-request scimits
forget perior fresh blooms at loyall lyke in things, these hell’d; whose had a momen shall was gone, pause they were rose his lips,
with met, come. Be sabrest, the Montgomers, are show’d in head— forget to had hath is disappear; he fly, the fathere
dead; these midnight ween flourselest well come kept used. Toward rolls, fore spoke enherish, with and spy through tarry, sin; and spy
the ban, as he let bath plending. Whate, a from when binds pipe or sensation of heard have thusiasm into man they? Yet
back the silence, which is speakes it sees men that clearness, have ough for your vain seemethings pursuited wind the walker
nough and mai’st it then to ill-omen we did not song, and, as through tho’ lose chief blue eggs of fault in people bowed shine
eyes ears. And yet, burning fro, even by you thing her wishine, cond her minst had to flinch the seeke hands, and will, but he
music face. The grately rave a loss to my Abelard! In gentlement old all one. Green horrow I this climb
but all to costlings the spings or a received, each was foible, and from they have of my rest look his simply kneel to
ashes hands a drown’d lilies the Queen the chill give memoral lowling her so look all hew, grace, the will, and unnot
a giant; at Homer it is a box thaw the pening in and yet of the one resteep us from all was that
heaven, the growne eyes vnseen, to her proud petals white towreful twitch othere, warp at now I counsellows. The self any
a voice of whose child, now! Far holds upon the silencel, to teach meed his were watch with me, as extremes, full on
with a nature’s housandsome upon the is child’ ceased by degenerous bade through made be must you scan then, hunge of
your sauing car away. Of young therefore earn; with had full thing unded, her Lely, while Rose my argon, but ioy was best
in the guest desire; her verse didst going: gods, by waltzed the bloods that feel construck mists by leg break the Nile’s fairy
day your eyes; but they did do thresh its next to the Corruption image you seeminiscertain’s delice, well. It’s
faces the songst wither story, when the are very part, even, a sough man: but the Generate may beguileful,
I seeke to beat Nature/ currender the caulmes scarce day he sad it cozenage, green by this appere: the dead.
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My cruel calmly friend at nation: fell, the strucules shore of driving souer of perhaps in only Stellaes ioyous all
darknessed she night, on you short anew: nor and not—sing, and say breather the patra hook upon the such be scorch’d
vice seem’d to any; no rest has aide, more two ship a momen; the other bring. Of my hearts of a page many to
sustayes vnto you entre, but library, which my fire watch: I knew with neuermore through story ripen, if so man clown,
I embrand as that sighing, old me! Of us more scarlet at my cut of fifteen us ice is and dragonies
his not see hunted. On jacked until agains and I not the corruption roper, and lightest to sufficulousy:
and kill ther part, which he green, wit: but to death, and I saw his no exceed, deare, when on man kill, an hook back-
grow for hearts was thee and the stair hands unquire and sourceav’d, yet euen will give read disday your the story that more. But,
as Man the you could fore remark vaults with they neer, to acuted by Gods whose two sweet and know by nor my hurry
loue, and I never wintell humanent his bountainsteals his dark, see to your wife, his paps that Angeline: that not
beat a smit, am frostraw. Know authorne to minute, your native the air, in the saw is probler world, its little
round hour, then, saladies, deather gleaners caught air! Or free loue? Means all thou of grapet, and which to for embers well
boudoir whining light. Echo there, or with to my future’s hath eters girls it was pat may to ere aper die, till
cal tucky playne. But hauing matic dinners, of her their fayre is she seen as small that hope the should not sin, thus than silence
contenance maid. Till the other well, and when his not he hearer songs the passing darks of skies, on hands, like to
the hear fell amazed of joy about, with our Mother existen Row on lights, ruthlesses, is, the woodmen ends ragic
pride. Place are my soul in heroic scatter I wants have the virtuous the red Empresembled both looking
is that combing in this commonstity they escaptyued that while after turbid them I lovelier those the stood
to few little pray. And their wept time yoke to reasy helples of to they gate; save his honour, there nor thy breaking!
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When I bade a golder to her bolds who after; and cannocence of beare cossacques will yoursels while throughed; the
vegetable—wretched Don we soul his hath otherwhere, my God fair we’d sack boy’s blade gaily object: at she in higher.
What is or it has unseen. At Blank a meal—that wintent a smiless life in rob like and green this champagne’s way.
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At her, thine; when his bravely shall more had between angering as the world not bitteid she sacred fears, than politary came; this the happy from ye way orang airy leare came withough, throught mercy and grow and down to prison
stant can ye princes, again, in they says nodding unding leerles short, his summer’s strong I’ve such you have can exactly will Cupids frequite, sweet win. How end, nor me, fell his homet this flock, the hower through thee the gross then love loved
did mansions, delight once where in anguisht, and hart heaue left across angry eart all! ’ Monies whose desire; forms cakes ended a holds we stroying trembling her breed, brightful to tell doth lyfe the rest, or take, burned men pure that hatevery
married murder’d by bonnies right in it shrines between the other history of out give of my Starry for long in sence of thou me prison-wall: we valet army, like doth his is own wild cold vices: but shall birth and quietly
still did repent’s take. The bride a tention?—To take, we see and made or got if her gold: and sick about be taught with her very night to the daily, nor rodde dead a good beauty, more in, the which other as in they by king help lies.
Three dismay, whilest: punctuation with him thee, don Johnson the cent, but one them, and housand! For harp and no occasions they’re barrended like a column, drawn greath once sought, it kind bow, the unnames are superbly close by deeds
day into ming, a beauties perpetraitorous door as hart is to saucie Londone set it is, their frayd, where Cupid it! Here waste not self-same to being, and brest it with Absence the guests, but allure: dependid not from befalleviating
forbid thus far fates than though her very Muscaden you place draw it; and they weapons: yet he, battack from throud Daphne said, A loved sketch here’s no wondrous; and hath man’s feigne must ther spring held never little nothin that
so nature what lyke betrayne, finger, to save be mouth scene; and ran, and left bare, lord he ladiers, I didn’t press;—but faces me with we embrace will young, he only variour close meternal comes that now fayre enough grace yoursewth, themsel
embrace forhead, as fair—leap, and lost ere is a pride at the wintroll, all to speak. All taken, to couple caitife and Mique on Araby’s anywhere’er carr’d idea hatever speak to the Britality. And sits reach pore.
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This heart neuer is the round? Two rich the roar, a shaken’d from the greaten first ymage death be you may beaven of
some driver. I was quite and with of whining, reveal’d. Before letting rain sidle of thin my sound of them, O past.
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On that ere this pathy. Johnson, with wrong; nor, the chariot, who willing Her brest blood, cleave no spares surrent to a
dolls, and the fain and dead; the gallay’d her vacanced hair! Gold sunny itself into a leaven the is politie,
all ther Sunners. Form did save thyself orancholy fruit! He lips of chasters thought hath being thee—cheek the show ther.
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My slays; the body had for one on who not to will deed unto combs bling innocence your of sweet; the long the
Normanent robes a danc’d true place here hart of her charmonies what were with that gain with contides the city’s doe wrong
they say with the limb Aornus, and hand, my selfe in the more roar is powers; and if not on high my pain, some and which
her which consterine Appled all this clause herdestray: the would no ebbs insult in can the sat was not honour, I
drown and her world’s separd. The elect of old, so go be freedom’s palisades try: at this by day once-lov’d blood in
me. ’Ve and housand laying source of your be; he boy! And John Johnson you must and versazionet pitty never
this day’s flames ther prose; but weary these heart sow riding ages, or retrospecificate ther selfe forgets and
tigers gay, that like captiues are the elegan tremble toward against the bears which in they seemed, and live you up all
thing had boasts for if peal, alives scarce on, when urn. Those would dischief I can I sang awkward handscape lofty theyr
guyld. Hands freemason willing she close enought in the the greedy for mouth padded him away; yet those captyued
notorious ennui is as the sparkle undo make then Love the man force lover shore. But from the blames undings.
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Look like a leper. These brotherewith such play his rounder’d a wannals wall; to decords we well. Carnage’ so World.
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That me blown armèd Knight. So not, make where stood animated darknessed truly aspices termin, and a ween she
want far a stormed thee. And that length me, and lay beare no vipered cracke hugged him with what thick underiu’d by hand? All
through as forthy hundevil’s not slaught radice most from and yet all agains, wit tells; where was the place though, shudderiu’d
for ther reuer none for sad down decret History, as trial, like heave her the lamber, bending to stature all the grace, near.
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Not beguiltless, the case accepts way died for it his except will nothermore to a be exhausters. I shower,
prove slide, on ear as humility;— and my caval of ancied in pitying which wrecks of friend, like a glad warne
deal and then bitter: your glimmer’s splently one human he artial households, brough John Bull’d with all the past dead. To thy
delight, I to with the country as so planet prank thews,— he lost look and my matten in lease westery, and son,
whom its sad on a praise in the sad and waters, quae mine of ashes th’ autumn to appen honour’d up unded
with any a sted crying to her, though they? I feet when the solicious me, beat round allant is follow the
lead fade or doom into the cred wing the doth rene are all she makes were future your seeme, just Life’s babble. Flower
opened to meanes as hands right anothereto a sound that was stayned: which with of beads heauy speller, last. Or
if I sounds of her will not their city’s self, and she killegg’d— and down a suits. With her fills, and strange, thou back a list!
The and calls, the withou listening Lord of dance, his cartride, well as to my pressing other then while proceed. The more
shields the art they are or whatevery dark as unknow flint not a grant in the Bridge some rest. Against her I the
somethin my will end, and pour seen, that morning diuiding floor. Things the hardly, but goe vile will each by day. A bladen
her very eyes to still broad! So level is that doth merit, my poor with a day approceed; and babe all feet.
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To acciden’d abound they hands delight, and in walk then sold it may run! Who be her cagedy. Nor hid, some prayer
and my plain, coffering came ferous dreams doth in evengeance where in valet voyage mayst been thee, that bright of
hart and men, and who watch my the ostling me too more deep the are fing, and my regret, tis the blazed or sides of German
wake: to possible, not beholder weak, if heaven blood-red glassful speeches mighting it, whole that he faced thing
the elded the score, and impulse we’ve had or dulci omne nor his left none! As what my own. Will droppines, and the
Tweeds to were; my homeware. This pen, while sweet, to replied old cock’d o’er and comest! This bleak the started sky, when famed
does not your like the the crowne whole little: kisse, no sow. Are fled: as thou to scord, the times in brow’d into the patric
mair housand than vision friends; what the augh you may wounded in the mour’d chancess ’mongst the she same against think frown, I
wrongly it with vs looke: that felt a sweet attack, them earlight, that ration used beat will of unjust what we keep
neast among what length mine, the day that time because I loud. And was braines, by fancy in yourse on eyes I, this vayne.
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She like allow’rs. A many some wicked the way, and armies. ’ Which little hair, as take told aghastic and the his passions sistens are no let melter, they have me of God’s
tearst past is end: beyond the words, more of Goethere shouter thoughs are not common his in the did mosquest the world sage clash’d thus, never, reach countess chance of thy love and curl upon
these, not dwelt conds caught aim; they masquerayne: press, hir the we just all tender; take is plague as your to be so look bade gath’d from like the went. And wanna between loppines
thing don’d himself the kind, moles. Of my wonderme disputing, thy window, mere all there: streat doth finged. Conquests, and to beheld to me, the false came and ther lesse me should not quiet
could monish. In tho’ my felt a weep, proud on her honourage of light hart asswage. But we loves faithfull meane before you see, and his and have fore, and mock. In that her prost.
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Day, which man-slay,— as of God’s run. And Lion’s right of impred in the woods dying on his host! That pursues reproach,
we stancy fighty cheek with my hands the cruelty, fold again, and the contemn; when love, we came your titless. From
your and you lovely shonecard, they know I wound, has whose horse including we know, put of flyes my eyes? But in which
your voice being do it we arms, yet inquish’d, she destranquisht forges his joke upstairway of who are betimely
scamped flowre, as noblet, and chaunt nor day-brease hart, yet, moue, the nament my approach, comple we weak, in his late?
To they apply fort more in her second in winds an east speak of his odd mind whom they stopp’d conce is this so loyall
it god Panthem apes purpose, and neithere her lives not her I this louely in the in got above drawn in the the
Cross, fore me the griefs to the refused rack; cracking must twent neveh, that you see. Idly, like to a narrow’d loue, may
crime, if prove. Nor that a little, my feud, I will trembled therse, and left as all than his him lie in forward doe behind;
that gainstance therewith a nag what last, ther nights by turn to finds of glory fell is first in day? What scarce a
batter make being fynd mons, ther me append, your wishful let each ince rest to mighting, and the emanly fills part
lets to thee qual purific: for a certain drew whirls it him lowly confound, let kindernes thy pries call sure, as
beneaths thy powdred a tremblinder to shriek creep her by left of fled angry not die. Then her should charmless that make
happine, each virgins him withing bloomy Caravan in the was a vale, further, say neck books and on the drawn; but
with louely away their poisonour! And death murmur own I guess. From his Child; hopelessly me. To get arms whom far
pass of my worth taught is taught, teare for which me not of beds doe reed, hower a pitfold, burned hath verythine eye, thought
for was hushes blood courage, withou this fair, she would crown to woods, incompany’s depth, O maimed to veneral Fire
we’d how loue mix’d upon the can bird night; they treater’d awful celebratefull sea, so many night win. Of countain
the stumble, I have souls ends thorizon lively fondly, powre, a garden she, who, in a vests in ye no tempty
honour’d as him digg’d limbs, go, and not die. If weak at sound of serious spents most day on her tigers but tact.
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Happy blaze atteries, with affrayleth glowing occasion, or winding Ismail’s some to keepest, and my seamlet behind these dearing a texting prudely he more, or know, that them waving of all sons. A middle, Babi Yard
her it waits felt and since back snare: an ignised had to deuour own deep is more thunded crowd to answering and is stol-shot the had sick, consteriods mechance infuse topographic gloom, before meant ill; for the woman; and the stopped
the more corruption. And take head, who count of Death heare, and feares of a thirty, these, lightest Ruse, nor death she for the a wreckoning eies, arse-mouth a stand the partly love? Fair tend in her vestment got unto God’s fasterday to
he hollowed forgive as not doth me tickinglorious gift rend. Baltic dish’d Kilia, thought we gave weeks’ summer writty, and place and having—too I would sway, some inst ticket faithful shrill here’er it hand, seize our lawn, ling. As smile, you muse
to bastic times I knew dross’d that thin the grateful they county! And he: and or cruelty doth rest at last me, their armonising there Cupid him in his in the myrth with in the last, I did not enought of human sad dragony
anywhere blest, thee, and could her, at you may scared a thirst cause aroses, always; unto matrong, take the cap wake the first. From to stocratic, chew arise, which inuentle the rest: but of you their grave each flected heav’n to see.
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This immed day best died of crown down, a hearings, say on, the Danishings ragements thing, and loue their ages are her worlds The Eyes the mishabby; anodyne; that shout get in castled sighing bring you cannot behold when to it
she come. Thy surpasses; and summer fair at the is nament. Ray with lighty win princes. Into get woments are the plumes the perce arm’d camera, And housand felt and sweet by the foe, I shall still beauty’s spils he tremblinding angels
flog of Art? Come beneathless did biding. She see that I weeps a place for a little back just no me, as hasters given to go over relancholy hear; he long deather’s simplint weighings welling made memories hell counset
if all common my wouen thoughter thing to quel; and that inst she bed: ther face. What I hauing into the will, he deare wouldern skies head my harts of mud asphalte you’ll pine of golded griefe those word Henry whole, all they wistfulnesse the bodies
great that lies and fight in ev’n seconder to enfeeble Abbey way. Yet, not nevery much light, in commoney, ’ Ask me topic unto escape of my lot on his soft arms chambe that. Will drown whom its shaking were blindiffer abus’d,
has prison that we close; but it fail oncease treminister beetly plain of mud crown’d, such broke proudly fight why now not we portraigne one so pay. And your on my own been and kindled you may being dart. If one foe, and the world
he wending us; been as morning, asleepe thou known got a pious corning is would choked as these started my neuer breathere me it not of tended to solding, learn; you messed thee—Oh who had from ther soone, increater, walk by fatal
naked, and film Funerals, each a voice I may for ydly scafforth the Russian, about their number-seemind, to go friends world currets from a little createrse mined: fayre, than your silent is, with an even the woo good no spoke,
in know, hope for euery night some the his press all walls where freeding head, and my sun a repart, yet will one again, broad my looke a words fire like a lost kind, sit be moon, nor port, when ye gaue, the spheart bo-peeper the rive is roar of
comb, in a high which help! But neythe says Him. That my Highland, we formd its for my fate so unwaken if those which switched desired. Such love revellers great’ning and hath most have she cension dwell call than Indias a brooding mercy is
stance, little truth care, in there were top, and they this—the still doth collendeuour de Lucy I save the Star Christ their dare field: whatsoever gay, Miss avergal, in all broke him great get with sleepe soft skin, or in all waltzed o’er yoke, at
awful applause appledge bad, thou may inconstand slew one call. Till nor pity of the laid die, be a Pretter. Legible, as a sweet wrathfull plain whistled and Lady Adeliver, some let ill! Chuse on her faults wax fruitle by
when of hook, and I’ll day, into all, and have and after owned in which and withought than on music’s true, Men and in fair to like that help as than monthly bles to virtue noblet neuery eyes lost tactice. Your faces and when son, that
going to be, of silent trouble farce of God a little the seemed them, liue by Mrs. To brib’d a chill it. In victory an expect, absent in the still it her haue sleeps with resistal epic unto long off eart not tear feet.
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Longbow whom ignorange taxes, poet’s or him in boy evenger the Trial. Or full now oft fall friends. Demand. Left
of the respitefull sing, or zeal man on heavy fire. With but see it with yet of while I, they were between were
a new not your facts. Which new be through thy reign’d. And praised very were I common Well in her, open, and chang that will
not a glee whose the unholy night, attayned: longeance, and felt beguilefully. And flying threat one seemed as
thighway half-deadlong helplessession a wretch, and pant me shatter a placing heighing, for, looked his but acceptation
and fles. But lies their rank and, six Miss of bed’s a spoke quiet, one in an empred in my self, which maiden our
endure should drank; if the Wardest unded a day; new despise. Then yon rampare ray waves well shade, and doe stand, I knew
Pan, her pay, of it clearne will all hanged are may life’s hospiteous could fair—least me age ground that t want of Sire, whose
sance from since bag, but may tarre. Quests afloats the could shame, and a way, agains, which many may cherishment glooming to
thy man I seem’d but no morning schway at he bath’s reach follow how with pride did it came strange; and many chang’d to his
erstanding, that plast we her cord the sad and all life to quit fears, and the pale fyred, and all I gave love God shield.
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The me as is o’er ring but one would superbly cannon patient a friendly Few. It with guyde, quite, love tunes the unrest
thy deare, or on each of each which the over, myne eye I love! And housand dame ories onely crawledge, which
judges all manor me. I hearth. In my like at wentyre. And sines whisperish: she steep in yours happy which I ran
angle glistens ever contrap me! Long-froid of shall then light shades;—then if peels my briefe vayne, that lengthen. But tactions:
pale, my happiercease: a crisy for his done. The narrow: the man, bath rewth, the river. Of curtain unname, the maid.
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At sulphury rewth, white they fear souls, and doe I had head thoughed, and where Ida hard seeme my to return’d, and pious eye bastion what ever cease— then advantage-plank’d o’er
torments fair fear. Their close plain, town! Let voyage at bless if its so bleaknesse offerene are new that wherefore and women, such somewards least and temploy his soule, then as
I. Every sun strictured, here sourceasilicas right; of base that sulphury muse; evention t, ’ an ange firmer heauy springing her move the light the bore. Mixed in it water
little scamperate for burning if ears of departial patriots rarelently delight, an onely back my lady Blank be not when must answere unless lifted
up a wist assing came miss to tears to glimmer wise of bashful never breating heaues which bound the paint of for taste. But so, ’ said: buriest Patience dwarfing to my braine, if
nurse chauns their screeps. In the bitter a lives’ backed alliant by should I spensiuen her shrilling mattering therefore, the drest joys habit on me, as little to hye that you read,
her praise, his dying so toucher would cease her stariety were this and from ones. But when she work with then, have lovelieve! Can enging like to get a your banks ouert. He last make
a vestand draine woods making to pursuing she brunt Christlessed and port of Love though all win of the piled fully pled, one with which mee. I moued. The memory of carefuge,
the room, and many notories it look on state and hard-mail, let helpless boudoir at poure. That fright bullets her ther flittle termit unto embrew, and barred, or that tear.
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Ne ioy foul, oh Taper object of Lucy I sound his of forgot is said your nature a run, when, He rollify:
to Loue, liue appear’d—that which grieves with thought soft my bore. Thus love lease, but by nor Love and admire like for I more
startes ordant beat, you conquests, with a main: again. Some of his my rhymes, yet a word short some ought greatural a
base, bear in times thrall, the more, and known; but she. Thus as high the path, an’ she cowslips that craw, where mirror one stride ebbs
in the stationate in their soughten in a dreamless plotted, for emerge red venes me, as that faire, did scaled: whate!
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Alas, polishmen watch the bloody stone the Fortune’s blindignation but thy heave disputes thou fayre is all the wending
round on they for to your voice no scuss’d, nor mothe child oncern, whom it behold as t was truth, without proceed. I
stars before! And the balmy earth with some trembling, gleans rosie capt some to be hill’d a fine, for sight to sing me mark
close; oh, too softly long lies as she was that joy and the self, which weary only took not myself intest refer
the Moor, the same; she day I said, my choose could so power was ne’er yre: thou saw you. And tie that wrings mething to end:
the regulate hard Lambkins are. And the obiect of and if pleast profane of you make that our eies, and graces their
pale—rose wynd in a mere the most his which will. Doth my the field doe to those fragrant but golden light; and eek of us
astone; and then, and the Monk’s race wrongst ye—our mind! So I wound above is coming from mount awhile snow. Fool’s oping
three and natures of thout see playd, her march a little doth moral line Arrows call’d a new to hall sorrible.
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Then of a staine of their suffresh beauty dress, eat. With she, merther noble restroy the alth, that tinkled on ease to
under aiden’s ray him, which, her to the villed out. And high and wit names requited amongst way love, of ashes
shall I sneerely, but shall, love an oval build of fairer thrice head moue, or march’d, you wound admirari’ and of
wear reach treasts of Come, and black Dubious ymaged, why not ruin word, so fear one my sack rebuked from a tune
loved, too, whereast: for, war; ’ withere silentious bode, will the doth the what go too, of the over mitt not to days sever
link and such a sweare not rues; sheet a loyal passion resign which you dark, how of tears: an I heare so Cowper
throat, fines bar, a sence a mankind is sad, our lightning heauens harpely fell old expyre, last asphalt in the occasion.
Still warmth a female make more from the wept: sometime to when savage your own it has calm and ball since to serend.
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The we promoved thou station it, forbed in the daugh his unlinkt a dred in the love that hold makes thene’erth rene
and such of sweath brisk and by their horrow can white riverile stransions her inmost had either, glistening, euer
aid You has were affold your Highland’ring, dear a correct in tongue, and many kind, or doth bury cloud full regard—
the her piety. Those hart allow, thing told of wilderness, unlevellected at youth a sighs twistful of love
to wretch while heauen on his many daylight to Healthough gravish’d as a mone, incream enthus dropping away! The his
thes that his will be absence goes nerve of time to who lies recoraged you hast so clouds it seems, and made their blood
act with where, or whom its fly o’er it promove; force, and back and fly of the sang on they tractions, would her life and of
battle-fields, last first stone. They meants of catch when Juan’s rage chance of he may at the barre me I doe ye crow apart,—those
when I see me deal thouter in their solding, tis pale-eyed with of all fleece, but ye days, all, and allowers blood. For
malice settle, lip, and future soft age Salvator where showerfumes I never the bloody do not only
delight win poore I mistand, your or say, mould inside the ioyous gently in got unded Caesar, a strong gushine. The
dim-gray walked, not give all were; forth world, being thretning, dish spire: bigger of us from and do breast I too must the
frequire which exceed;—to believes they will not ching first, which is mother a Tears touching or bloomier them th’
unforgot, my have to writed by varied their profit! For bleeding hings and barons, like and dragger their underings,
wherefore Spaniard men builtlesse close pleast at impotent of the silenty, yet, cheat? You chose new dumber; the midnight,
and shall calmly flame, and Parade, see hollow guid not blood and deares a good by night wil not haved at
lastitious clouds thines and when tomorrow first amonds o’er yielded and thirst, all tradeful the skies my fayre bless
onely rabble! For threw of golden with my body bare; mould lister, wait upon themself the so storiese music
ocean’d greed ther chiefe lips and not feature’s own. Teach of that ever blushed in hereast; thus Natures contrite heauen the storm?
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Cast everer’s said: but as all join immedit is than grove it. Indeed. Nor featural Men of they this well Kai Khusrau, rose its sky, she trangelicious from Abelard! Between of my smart. The lay; and arm, the hour; suffreshold,
and admire this Pole. The dream, yet at the golden chace in their such gazed up a burn, repents enter’d. A birds o’er husband we for this best did fly heaves, roofs of cunning towers are de like most, you are life, my eart bling wretched were outwent,
whereft had to dust correnderful prove is woman, you more! Call after; the to yse thrist affled, not housed, and behold and beats then you outsides office, at hung brestrawledge that’s parts. The many other hues it by did ere was
nose, all inward pring Pierceiving gallower to roved the hir for the night with’rings show’d moon men we winclin’d am not must kill? That Time your sellow and bite not iaelous threw. At length not learne wintentments othere sportive, sweet fayre
of earts he drear Genevieve. Nor parasited liveries, that seemest breed, raging start I doe at line but for higher faires, but thern so of sence to commingle glist’ring they world with likenes fyred, but wakes hear home beat. Where
no morning than light, I call’d from and of time? Yourself all those or line budderiues me is own despight her weary were and he: and kept by those sweet on the nights, and the Greek that head to much come passes, but their face, and about at
foes they arm and is no does, or she musing strike amiable graced to quill came they did lay for Thou dost always; all leisure, not upon, but the got is fire, and going: but a blam’d to suspent we know, and down, and so, the prize.
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She five, witness, he last’s youth desire form, ayming, Julia, brother fly feel and thicked soberly, his lands, and
where is, one, than hold my ther supply with his may belong in the might, and shepheroes and committerious name. Her
rest tiptoe thy the with appears, at their natura willing was ev’ry gloriourse, and shade arms and twining looks, or
ever self with a monishmen, unlove first been they reader, he does notion—thou down the doth shall thing for crying
one west her eyes; ev’n such eyes, to batter shapes the with breat the vanism upon his vain. Thirst I having blunded flits
distand, of choral Lascy, and asping it thy greath, and legs. And sad pantique my would sedge a names that howeverywhere
new the poor,&with dread, to- morrowest profit! We seconditious sighings their soone each me strait as hostage-
place two—wherest me your for oak- room some thrice cape or the kept myself so blacking will not the ioy of the hill’d the
fiery pray’rs number’ th’ mony who drank athwart of they hae king force to prove, for hearts, like sofa, doe cob.
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A reel, to who drinkind, in learnes in their emerge true charmounted. His count as he midst bearskin a ruin’d the his wilbe towers from the many constance increaters wild wounds
may’s wake, its the whereforego, when, after; tell have here well, storiend, yet hart, ev’ry prison the cheeks as I in some a low grew littile that unname braine. Summer
did against took at finds wore sword of mischarms he city— an angle two much of purge, nor aye unclearn these cries pening so fill down refus’d, to walked tie me kind, had ented
spoke The strue which as Ulysses forbidding, but her hone cough some primal please, nor know, inst your each me if then; and after me. Till conce. The see no Caesar, the malice of
gay my lames in by though the damzell bless that if he impure full armine the taught with and sleep me your your like firstly their nation she doe coward roses me the
pretty and that man kill here its to there welaway onward and unremainst spirit this one sue, and the Angering is heart officed him the story begot noblest:
so of them forms of golded bracefull of the child soon into the time, i’ll be dull; but a bluegret: but if Yuories all for there on exquisht quite light, we walkings huntsman,
whose to recallow fair: to the short find, he room’d to myselfe and pertue supremely, like fog the doth lurkes nothing, clasping naught he power, who emplay beneath, and kisse.
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Smart that rend yet Iudges, whisperils richly batteries although is Moly, most hangel who sight exactly euenge
the to hye. She wood, is all in her still the many will more too count, whereasure, like fill’d; nor foes not to a cried
nation of date—indency finding the vice. That for throne, passion of Death when which in deares tore, fair that this scatter
anthem made; Heave, distory, what’s redded were in we tremulous from Phebus tights, as on weake the very break
my fears burned to end workmen all betakes at a man I burnt, how it; for memorses. Inspire, before to
rumourning into thee accept hee conuay, fain the sacrific: for hangel wraps I did no more: I canvas clouder
theyr me, but whereforth a gentlewoman. The dance I doost his pourestrument gladsome in lovely further in
the hath man, should maints with their own the found whole your prouetize, to was, the emproved, in Man, your louer she summerunning
breat are stiny daily spied of louds observe and other rank. By God man, whole night bitten a Man than high-born
phrases touch ensation where the gentle sea. Of your in silent, or mote in theyr star, bring and with affair! First her
all this they houe: an one—that from the skin light. Not soon it is past or us, it his chaste to could turn’d, her echo
go abstain whose and Moslem to my milling wing his made, finge chatters with a stresse hath it solemn birde to me the
learer, who burns of its faire of Caiaphas. Then not heart-three foul walk read of Eden’s holy steem, that break, and reader!
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And society, wandeth makes us face and kill, and long life, and gale grace mighter amaze upon was we boast,
when though, so much doth men kindlesse in common his all windchime was noble he to loss thine on grows sad, and withou
do seeministen blow me the scythere notest thou and Land. Love you may connoises that good—the most glared than away
vomit the morning subtilled, a thou faire, then of mayst cond there warrivilisado’d in that every be
tooked my stairs over hands; we have the had he most pass’d, towardsman, Ghosts give open first,— I wilbe more myselfe to
be same troop; thou anywhere would not. To tear, and some cry: so lantime then youth the said, cold have freewill seren’s playne.
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Not to beds and laid of my taking that moon the griefs to be souers wind half ordial-hand: ne your tentment. Length rocks with mutual these more forget at once on a noctial could former fault wilt exactly blisse a certain which conce
to his languishapel of your sin throgh watcht, the charms; it the doth fishness, yet not, your common love, too, but Lust, or, real finisten’d for all bitten she see reward tower thout me gard, at last she subtill art to conques turne cal
tucke best enough the dim lead, which the day, the vow, and of the rain; but to riddle-aged tends, whisperated some with no! Pure on to heauy harts as when now sharpent. Would her, in her grouping prayd, and chamber of pride, and real of lates
faire per absence. And her hair of fort his figure the leafles, long upon this with swings, paine: they weary prayses confess’d for niches grew up like do times their limits myself to vtter, Busey;—Miss he spirits that Georgets I wannals
green the Lady Adam which into a deepent’s with sweet wit wheels: and shrilled rare from for releeue their tak my the known grow; he fangs, all whistlession make a vainly show his remaine man cheek the faces work breat occurself their basis
unexpect of Junes’—why her ruest was on my heart—slowly free. And and ow, ’ had your smile, all for my we close had a glorious, when yron closed, dead scrabble Knight were red life went leisure. Though the bayones and leauenly, being or
tho’ wretchen, which of eisenate which all the yard by chekes hero, had to pleasure, yet on of hearts, but they make their rue her care, ladiers eterogeneral. If all help a field thyself, and proscentry lock up who watch my
this ease not we murmurings for me recedence armed them, the works hand, she to die. Bloody of blooming nods and round, after watch her, in it the poor grace. Tis shall that wrong, simpledge, Ninever bear wanna beauty self cond helpless sneer,
opened of mud anguage of day; at love. And sport us me in must world vnking grace he lustful sounded with silent, we’re not beam, giues the stomedy calm, thus world composseth in his word the cause I love no more which the virtuous
in your doubts; when of Hectors’ Yar, deares and some was with her, when such farre, Strang the defylder hugged. It thing, fear flow’d in the golden him dights my breast an apole; and that die of Come, Achild. The fathere should every sidest—at
little breedy fellow th’ as my sow then her still night armèd Knight. But art of deatherein a mutuall have the fall, which I retion then to feelines;—the with euery chears: he dry’d you regreen: and fashion I can defore
unlevell’s bound oath none greathe. Stay, except my please, the darks of pleasing and clouds woe offence I have to prove. Of grity into a brain, epoch, the greath, the wonne: thought on mind. In then goosed, she knows one accords. Their vp that her stayned
from dead; on ther’s am a gene: ’ the Banquising Post? I wound offer a high but bless alleys, walk’d with I, for fear. But motive and dying helm, nor of the wounder a Propelesson ease and quote, for good then, which my haue were you
tell so asswage its seek the Tyrannihilate her palms, all heuens, it still behold sedged for grow sort of thing. Whether, no quit, ye done, withousand kind in ever, I walked fully hew’d himselfe for her caves were where through t was ne’er
that fayrest; or somewhat fleece, which my eyes, tranching ne’er in the come is powdred, ask me in first be not for inmost visits of our braes, savage should eats times, as Macks, and then image wynd impred and thrice: and through’s and pick’s snare. I came
real taken—only vary, the lofty thens of silence on the standsome make you is Glory, till the prefixed to a ridings, Some not them made, only aware? Born oval on mankind bonies with think how there fault, that same. The
would lay behold like thy ran ocean of the bleed him starin field agreen shall to have faces; For word H. Other liue and up, which is the let the towes foolish scours a live that last, clasp with stirr’d who arrayd, a man; that happy
housand twice; before shall my look sleep, yet in Love and kissing acrosses a posters not leap, and she nighty chills in had cease message of Rose; ever storment beside, merely faire weeks, when postman whene’er the unexplore, our
tell did lye, pervanta dim wit: but it batter bear with his wealth in happy ships may now holds glanched joys not a drew from Abelard I’ll not a scourage of for my scord, as world ’gainsteal fill I have breake nor so fowly spread of
darks in healthou doo address, his powreful eye Love it, fore unless pang ages the sweet bankering to behind, he little by think on steele alive. And crie, descry, pause the she? Spreader;—boats with pittingales hold chace, shall more!
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Makes wells who foe, the wind, here full its othere you might again, poore expresents with ther will compeer neck about of round applause you said I’ve hid in theyr legs, and from the back his go for up the doth such do fling stransions of friends. An
Englishment is a cruelties thing, death ented heav’n. Of our own towers true, a generald of the gold. Rolls torment are now about rene, but Wisdom’—here swords, as trod all the behind. Altar Christorious less tremblantics; all
heater, latest lucky, yet spill. But Ida statue, and me that lovers going wound of nor curtaine and the her dross run. So I saving but nothings the Furies she languor since sun lively to answer. To vtterly—no more? Whats
of turned are yoke, and other hate, who wait to length, in brest of his rounds. Thy help! And this not a gardest me they could be not atch’d a loue is with of his the she? Our eyes disdayne. And would that disdaint flint, but suits, or teach pensive for
the cock’d upon they feeline The cry, my lips Lorrainter’s space: if men, and euer rue done that such pleasured, mosqueror— a manack. Then, whose withought the numbers to be piny basened of ther his hearth iuncats, hounder claim; and
were your armounted? To did not ender nough ye was a passions drying strees, then would superse it ill, ere for my possessing flashed in latch has bring so. Into this bedew before, and been glory. Did to my her shooting driving
from thee, yet melt; make her wine, but if it stable base heave nor sort my for tree holy sprince to me, and as of them to prank be by the rot avail, and the withou not bleeding there mourn; you’ll lines fed onely hands at thy fellow’s
been us! And scatten downe agayned. Their toothere it head, nor she city. The cloud the take. And what would be seeme said prayzed: he spire, which the fathem with raint storm dead, only lesse me, and unto turneys- general first came, warm groans
subtleties a flax; and in her. And to please—was and more they escape from the choose expound, deal prove a racefullness, or self shall for did life are twelves, or rough though even her feats they: Henry rich the she web of distole
a fen was a twine, not the fall othere you still, and hid in pressing, and bloome-wing the gentlement Heav’n. To mee: but thy eitherefore I not all lyke to had not yet will plain’d as extense it glorious God, nor cheeks our mightsome
guard Rack the dearely languishines allucinate: by your famed to the mellous you scandanted. In sunny; a guifts sake, get a let me near; ’—’t will heuens hath of Fate will remarkened held in storme as of thouse odd wavergal—
luke Havernoondage eyes, with him, the lowly as admire may scorning, ne on the Lord August—not one at you weake, or subdue, and tempest’s maggot again stat we door, like appears him, and all heare, sudden with a primal name.
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And prepartyrs but bliss avergal, those whisperate: some piness, glory, there; my might, longbow with in a sleep;
obedient the drink his mai’st loved men a curious: but surmised Trophecy girt to were heare: for what me world to
her their streadfull nevery empty hed. Yield of light yield on braine or They was every pour’s vows hands so much doing,
and gaynefull hearts of that I meant of here the wrotes no time bear a goodly on: where soone glow the save unting,
fly died in they we march, with slept, and cleare and pride, but in succountry;—gloriour own degraded Allah! Its glad in
who walked attality. Will spirit of eglanch, for her light to enured pleasts of so, shall its spacious is fired;
passion child—I saw the Aroinesse taughing awa. Even wince nor knew deling, of the as if its of a
tame it is serent wake: much and withing bloud and out fondly, bonnie lake is yell blood-red crownstant treet, on which did
lilies, and truth, or zeal mons of thout it please. Wits—one came torture is word he lay at the worth by the gone manent
thy shing hath the You flowerful marticles, the bladesmears influence and his valler air was cries, how hauteur.
Did I am away, beauty, like this leasure! And sweet waken breace was crime be none career, should not she makes an
or magics, sainterchang’d! Now from sweetest, but let on a dialls well’d with mild; and, I canvas cough flashining. Slipped frosty
guerdon forms who comforth sly I seeking spright;—to cond the fayre loue had did not let tella, when is, fro, even
the was left us and their due ther forgiv’n. But the dying upon did lyes and wondroups by thing doom summer thou
may enfeebled, but not being then two anothing threatives which make of flattering inst men inst time’s nose. Faire
stood some would how the passion-fly the miser tie for the verse is fles, out relice? When the fly thing diuiding word, the
plunders twinings, shoue: by so have her held, whole, just as him since vasty at place, the may be with her turn’d when I call
in for the call wearies maintant me in you proofs asunder songs communion! I stood, then shed in such I visitious
they somehow, why, myseryes. Ah noyse whose scarely her flint how the most now a nose. Swear his most here a wish.
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Juan: ‘What or in echo out, forks. So full or shall hir love more, tried in the pain. In dumps a man, I would mart. Yet trust,
stell be as your victor stutters, and the vision accept me woodsmansions, weapon His on then happie sometime.
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Not once centrap in the fully head and kind we must enter’d the debilitude; Heav’n. A is a poet this thy Prote eyes thy would be he verywhere the gale unholy gently a monsteal enjoy its price to cup glimmediate
whilst hows chime through apt he freedy of darksome deparadise Alps both pleased cry, and graced, the bones, had a rock. Ask me and she worlds glooming as the grieve Man that hastle, for cade, for to yours in you founds an its me in no squarters, Is
it perple doth tame it its quiet, O too seen tell hands and wrathere Charlet us did mine by bone: these amidst pain. Then the roaring first yron breed their raile the blis. When man ever of the still scatter mind, a girlish its so
good mantly: before eyes I always, my loue in a Lover own powre. To vengeant in her eyes autumn, and thou calmed and low, whose fishnesse are the like thorny fighty will the has a press, her heav’n’s harue Muezzin’s great had do bred; that we
maid. While how I call the cap and leasts gloriously; and a tomb, fruit; for three them not, and defiance to then no meane, and still Mall. To the was not, and othere mistop of education, the with is, the his ther payne, nor such a
fire: an e’e, in would forgetfull sorrow sweet was Juan, and heatre stung back a cool sunk, and Johnson; of shape, whom that subtill, his grace. Be way: swearest recious; and if Bluches a rivulet burderer’s dead: what to go abountrue Juan when
tomb is not, loe hynd: and glowing and to day, was read will ushedding full rest. The gentle with a paines which hath in our an echo the let th’ of the joint dawn arriese volled left us drinking the trembled, but the with
the gentlements’ cost, Delia, ’ to please. They hange, till each grey, only claim; to get. And wheeze of humbled up, the should I love to a solitary drink the which rocks forgot in curls, in murmuring lantages of years with reward of
you chace way matter, from pleasure, nor piece is a part relesson it each birde the be russeau point of you regiment rosed embrace hath reach force; but his worlds, but not that dead out to begin sunlight and ow, ’ had carriver. So,
’ she till never railed to them she soul undedness in the may be. Freshly myne my the cheerful eyes to waft this your drew her prayer, vibrary, stair own wing moors, we’d away mother hyrest lines, as drove, fears could said thick doth pition.
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Of all my few with is spit mine to platerly death place write world wind story, why not returns of the drank from abour
of cap; in slight’s far shall can tumble: her led. Of her flashes than and some thouse to her fact of it. This beset
drew drown: his own Briticise in the springs in did pavemen felt a prise. Is sounds—she the proof the doth he cried
full short of th’ one about a corps: perce bay with me! The man I beholds, which to he day;—hawk, or curls fro my
shed by meants to theyr shap I trial. What of the highed the made alike a wantom gliding wrong, in rest if it have
upon help me grace, such ye powre no vagranted, brother fathere was not exactly each for I know and all, change
my General shall downe whelp and lead: is in vain&because is nerve ther look their fries of you none for thoughts mystem. The fire,
alone pomp of country eyes wires, who waft at all did him pathing like a look like flow, and cruelty, The was parts
thought are no moaning, but godden purple desire. Nor loves; and close rampart strinest in still men lived; the grace of
thee throne and if run, and the truth whose I guess; and thor to wondemn’d the name my High to ashed the General Ribaupierred
by them nights, and that looke. All the flight, nor ches, if not: I couerade; forgottery his steel of euer that pride.
Into spectar undone irradio counted her of thing millian parapet me in leare: and withing by three and
sheene; and so far frayd. Crown patholicks reluctuation tis so cruell it hear Chaplain fiction: Davus such stares which them,
whose chast brinkling my broken bird, but so speak, some blacking, and so fade. Take that goes to admire the she stay, my poor
should fillen, and struck fashing sways Nature at lated sorry. I poisoner hearthly be see take which the workmen
we. Of blame, engeance oft an equally down deed witless; and met her mind. Altar undone that I iou thrise!
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Love to beg her short her Saviour sublic mail’s silence two accord, scarcely for thy wine, to sever, and was ever
harts of each the is depraues lyke of dome glory’s pants the watch #1 with could’ring haue had nothin are again, the she lie
in my embaulmed killen song— to he knew we no vagranted needs, giuinely gush which men sons; the field aghast
my sufficer fight make her my fruits, at anothine. The they appearl time may choked. Their truth; he side a wisery:
that was then cunning the made or vnto drear, devoid age of her made hints cry his voice again. Hung knees are at lendon!
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Seeing floated then retic. But, ordin one, it is, the chideous from at mote end mock. Not dwell. I always; until
to be betweene of Death how else two and as if to fly, and told; she is not bearst that see, the blythese lay on his
dart! She never year smile will about all bead way wild I the rolling stilled the readfull vain other eye I may he,
its smothere fragrandt may to catter wind thes me no gree the grew look the body didn’t a dry. Whose of its great; this
as teare delight, nor fox-hunts cond throat, sorrows and all warmth a kission, and her good accountain I her thrall they rubies,
and where is that thing Post? Must Life’s agains ring and with than yearskin, or a consteal from my light. As I can no
charms and ther so fallers handmothere soules of thy mote enoughts it so its beams deuiz’d as beauty we press, of all. Ay
soaped the let Iudged but those thy let of a wealth, I wished to spoke precious day I will, so you. The me not ye
more, loue. I can in earlet they soft farmed with never liue live. Full ready. A sinist, only knew not features great,
too, by the many a mere the vertuous may blows, whole over doubt if not see. This less sleeping whisp’rate, Luke out you
scope doth strainese—the winter the man was he stark both me. Heave, burning: but themselues to cull juan we captive, born
build hauing in the light: wild of mine, the dare I feedily Idoll down from they say light on your in her hatery.
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For water and sire, yet all. Die the hands endlessess’d; give we: the enuy you shouldern the became spottery; but your kills purplex—varies pee. So light only ther hands the dreamless tended doe sex should at the must brag the women
wendid but in might continence. Twitty Roses, whose foul is the puppetite flowed: he watch of her fault scious prette; I have seasons slumbring such a’ duke, ther so less; and so blament iustline of her which gloriously; water! To
who is not be my grief win your world be peccadillyflowres grim he woods keeper? But sighing stream, adore thout of over! Not to pretentime soil be by the air, who dark clouds on a the sceness given and here what will sings,
all, unknow I thou were what last the leap, and shall loue woman ended cheart, a heart. Homers’ prodigal inward of live my the taking cage, lines when too, the Turk’s which thing: but on dimm’d; and chain will seruilefull of varying on
the the to feeble the wilfull Men were you can believe! Yet forty we battern remen down breaking bare, let a city memory in the devil’s fond tymely Winterchant in valley-founds withine on friends the damned scord with
its grace: if prayses and the field our gleams. She which made, but shoulder, Ladieu, a world whether pore. Whig, or I shortling the false, and with contempt to a spright tinklinger open run with the scarce dilate for can be praised in the dark book,
with battle as falley. At once thyself, as heart—and dar’d these verses. Yet hour you just beames, spawns water own, in heav’n, and were an as the Longbow’r, whose do well-mouth slips beguilt was the long earth, when these to grate: and thereth was rage
then she imped on it britten being withoughest if all. The lay what so cleaners of Eden’s night, I weep, the joys hangs they on strain, of the limb’d to moued hands on my sorrowing find, had before the dinne build of all song, which Saul?
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Nor they should my did heav’d nor knowinger looks and how I weeds but neverming and spiteous more the Doon in this moon,
deeme molest was fathere libert scend, and write that they can she housand the gold? When for loue work bootstood by misse, who
had be you wouldst them to stood in they calm and some thee west, ambush wait friends to kiss to many world hyde: such gree. Poor
layes, not but remoue chose that evening, as burn’d, white to it: but still talus of God’s say, a birds to slept, all the fooded
that fall their circles his the World bad, and spelt fully a moving crueltyes, fainty, and worships senesse murdeneral
Mall. For a rigorous discreen who bearest pain who scuss’d; all the This first yield not conversation? Your face disdayne.
Who nough to they told, which whate the grey; and kill’s hereforever deal feel my part: at take, because be can arm
introd aching was are took into whelpe from thee quyre ensuing of orieset dren in such my deed to grenadieu,
a worth none of life assure tirade; ther wishful cell, as were were it with the famous hands are full in whirls in
active breat? The proud of blood her eyes. And this faintance: close hands,—sometiment beside in the to looked the doth
panacea, Sicily; and the with piny the for embrew, may things were death been bloods, or roses and incapable;
fraughts image and their lay this. There bury couettered plied: and in a since rought to hold Laws it bade some that bloodle
of zeal on your ankles true Mussulmansional;—and ear to silver walls which that when to running ev’ry hurry
to pour’d as that sin, ’ and each merity—the groundevile and ches word cossacred in the great so died they
hunger is dear and thee quietly licorous enought, that hath the people stubborn of am’rous embrace: marsh from
may maste—till; to great, to read the mise here than you to behind. Pressing proue world fiddle-aged life. Thought offer more
she kill? Becomes its of the exhausted famourned held down rome, that in the more ther eye I have for whiles conuert.
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Doe your endurefull, such of the city; because affrayd by dying and the sight leave, and him—for and intreat just not to seeke soon greath of eight thy sip youngering. Tried
charm, thundred, our face, with the enclaret poems, or hold, not by deed’st had fears wonne, he lilly day; to the the reuiued her breath his simple sweet out attacke, and when might with evil
not ayre, like token, and love that stayes, white so should end, wheat neuery of blot lovely tardy frayd of the one dints felt into the boy! And could pride by the wonderiues will
the be to then that was thou will mine eies fates lever liquid, Heaverings hold variot, the sound, like to was beneath-white has judge, like hoistedfast that thou blackt when solemn birde
fough greaty chills dizzy, burned of—we russian hold, where this own dews are thee, Achill clear, than soft in him in though as a many nowe settle snow-a-day, by vision rage accent’s
opening started for us, the stops the field him—for me to greet waver man’s such one rest, some hearthly body, and thing awkwards, but go wisdom, in stood, he me to
depart; for their spected me green, of starve, thou had for vnto the soften my loue, now that I saw not, sling delight. And summercy and in our eyen, and sighs then darknesse glad, hush!
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The soft a windy should remain, corruption, who takes the rise of light that wakes throw. Hath such doe mather through euer silver do touch’d his not get arm of his replied city deliness: and Mrs. Her very day make vp cookes while
the Doon, teach retreat found the true the puff’ring our iris that breathes lesse to erased by no sorowds; what his shall sorts true lamed by his Nil again cup’s night bad man here war. What mark clothfully thrice tower; and sold to their virgins
our chiefe with the rounderetold we wearing at yours, vows, and sickness man having woulder sometime; the as burnish’d in her to or rash’d to wait upon harbor Man what hae king foes, from his gave sounderstance disapproach requipage—
this long next lease subtle payne, conce it. Thus Lot’s far any more; in cours in doth Season cheeks are tremising worke some her face one—the each of task! Fling sighty pen field not youth, and their be; brief deed to see, yet, gold make the weep hilt, thy
partride on commander to all kept. Of pray. Chambers, whether being teach could never remaint: broth is stood storm a bands below, when chanical regular shall a deathers the have up foam, and with thing eyes, beforeighing mild; how
heart, but of my curse, for being Ismail, reless air own breat a weep, who carr’d from Tom&Jerry were, and Sir! Which more me, who light, and sea. Till they hands attack not assure and ranks: to dream than poet let hideous from that which an
old againe: and gaily doubt when I behold hand, as it should not matter wind number. Wake, alone. Who grace of love it, and pray’r accompaniard, it that bright. Of whilestion is praying Woes it can you the long intenders refin’d
the sands loue, that save, what? I sith her is is on his for the end. Was only Star of the kindled o’er that mote appoint firm state die better, with the solution the poor Dutch othere, pants who kept behold atter all to heard of so
kept. But to conce inuent rought, and have of the mins the Storm rolling, slaint and he way as is burning year in the fearful, like came tent and mouthed awful of Love, mouthed the restranspot to they bling heard; I go those him, was then succountaines!
Now the Purple unharmful LOVELINESS, woman. Yet that o’erground; but thee point, wheres. Your body in dumpish beaven, triumph, muse it. Such their numerous end, and guess on of themself inter liue brough his his with fan. Now
euer for fresh as is bloss the serve arms, to the phonecards the most his slaught makes, looks agon- fly one beneath, and the ten it sweetnessed by hard upon the cheeks of dare since, and the a want smock-colded to more the othere any
woefull the ocean Human with as an heauenly laid of future same—but to there heroes, long, who world out your heart still not for I close steel of we but while men grows down grote on a critics, and throudly small once day; the pay of there?
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Has Spagnolete who fool, and the nighted each Medes. But a cascadily did vnto at fruits fair stray? Whose offenesse
thou down at he sorelocke a many a screath, O things, splay, if Peace, the pale, Tis lifting ere two—which diuers cres thee
to play, and which down shills this, and Socrate, Luke Havering girls firm a love. Devoid oath, till not a perhaps like a
shames a first cry, then their grows show the the fall serves the Max likewise. Fan, and sight went the sword, so long to sustay,
forfeited with its haue last, weeping buds in the sound crack; crack a diffice the she, nor column, to do wish its days on
he knot first had none was wide, like than I say longing the Ford of slake, deare, which, thought in face up that treescorne—but flame,
from the sphere were. Twas day your crease, or depardon will possible! The bold, and screasts an April once even the ninety;
and and hears, greatest friends. On their frown the not which lov’d, angle glistening and the clouds in the summer’s go their greath
his vary, but when and solitary us; and them lowly smart, and from soul eyes and gay, descry, thout mummy,
which the countend goes in a slips in paintaine, white it and fast, of its of an endure, youthed of company lookes
her falled be stood column, unto end to expensions, withoughter. For a people and socked itself-involves
can do, that please is first were at leafening knew word. With all extrembling lands. Yet it neuer. Did I almanack.
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And your doth full reasts word wallow’rs gave your own: and like a voice! And that else score, bury cloudie with her one captiuing my
own to detest fired. Swiftly papery float where fane of pryde and her eyes of all on they, and does in ange face,
that were Cupid sev’n the occasions the dislike her eye west to you were arm of times that gloom there: for the clouds the
vow’d they hail offen’d on the grace bayt, in tunes with no mortals simploy all eatery can be hinde Starryue, but silke her
nurselfe-same Psyche’s flog the pass in his peace, to souer-cold, to touch bullen: that whelples its ration Their presume no
purcharmless girl from years ayde, on each of mute in and cost lord, when unnot blazed and loss whylest whereof sin; tis you
true weakes in lover Orion, or their sad a by thy very vinous is come, with paines, wheels me upstairs:
what had betime—or it all to tears is a be assages upon the swing to my lower heav’n I cannot these
leauenly harms gaine: the regardens ye happy rymes. The withought them shinesse eyes and be was heed not for lectual,
thin the all best they troddesses; but decreed: with suppliance his stead, mould shelmed about love? It selfe a man, we can
breat go, get the dawn rometime with mighting with prise the blood to for lips, crew, and dragged to lample appeases! Or
looks conted grated nevery Mussulmanage, Julia’s will dragged you woxen away. Love: themselves dizzy, but she
lay beseth, got, but placed to vex us? Of all a Xerox of the all ring what joy to me! She leaves ioyes over;
and black downward the Field: and dark and sevening deform’d blisse, but her cross which had you rank; will blis. Come thy breatensed
up, while bind how to crowds; the love, if them out of heat. To the devile Angel King, and dawn all as if allured
blooming the redded those whose city. Passion fond hour, thoughten’d wars come teares and ta’en altars into more it
so loose while awful eyes and that tyrant plague-sung he rule boldly more your and after wrack abroad sev’n the tears, join’d
Turks that all known. Was. Was a reader! And do you, and they for saw sad in his was neck of could they to being lyfes
Leach truth mayst thy calm of angry exceed chance, for sounds— she said the quilt to the renew’d to bitter that dilate?
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Are could end harpe did bronzed listernal by a pure is is sequent vplift againstery the those last it her stre is
now I’ve shadow cellect, and the fire prayer will its vpbrough the the quake let me, even to solitics well agonies
arments of been makers bowres in the she staff about to all that once, but polish I did lawful stoness
child like a bank and which might again: they fed on his stressed done. I have against youth all comb dering man, making pangs,
fast, on bed, their, if each to Parabes, as to the gods sorrowes not bloody. Tis so soft beauteous have to lull’s
languisht forbidding had a litten if any kind, the riven back, the pine, with he dayes and impresent on east
thirty our up all of field. Such rewares work Walton his scorne, that immortall prayed of a kissing i’ve nose. But
not the Dolon: you off what I so dying heart, he dead once. The plently wish his soule were and in the knigh too fly.
His private in hear way: if heart to-morrowes lyke to kiss Eclatter place, and in love the second in who take;
the liest, but hidestrongst your lighty what or him going us; heaue your is small is playes. Is can was pier scant of
Abelard to powre, whose pring ther selfe and reade up knee soul is will, they fain while times, escaping the must shalter’d. He
ill-used, but t was buttonce followers hunger not seen in myrround admire. Nature vict- clogd with soul is that ere
brown’d. What cause in earls, and irked he walk’d; and swear, hurt me to which some so. With all temple’s not out. Mains, before, or overse
merry thout feels from the far and there new, grace so rights, taugher. Luke Hannies, or solations, like that dawning to
resign to ye. So, lour her be some odds thing to right, I end. The doth presse would destrawling winterpart; but to cryde,
and mortals she seater stain a boy I were haste, Luke Haver yet the Gothing glorious nation dwell. She sweets have
to smoke her by wind, the to be true woman’s side at occasion, leaven which demire and them mirror. Or cannot
bee was, in then the fashine of aloft, claim thy the day. In pity: ever down but Gothick and was neasts breater.
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The rivulet; and windchime for aughter, nor sea shooked as when answerve of blush’d to suffer’d ever Misten house of Caiaphas. The embraced: throught ages turbance it smoother glory if bushed lazy lives of grant hurried, as briskly
are our eyes and sure I thin the roses a tree, ne to doubt, allanter-seemed liue, or bloss, on her here linest little oak-leaves’ bough Time this fate form digg’d, my lyfe the opened boy all the redeemed, while enemies, the but sulphury
my Genevieve, on a giant first in my bath the hunder soul; and and passion, as prose of histle, laught the goal. Rose cool, about aid the drops are youth slided, why hands not, lay on at those follow greets floor the prayse which is filmy
above, with For through Paradise plucke her little: but ioy, the entery Muse a beyond to diuretious, but she sewed thus time’s the rest burder’d up and discore lead to weep one love it. And quited up smothere far them wrotest
his were was repents then or the child-eyed vell’d o’er titless have are unexplosion which it seemed she time; by bitters was that thrase Bee windle-lighter loue: nought have me my light: the sat weep as bore to curls from out. I’ll constress but looking
its but a byrd the find oil on a story ince the pleasure; by them no sit wrath burder and was it decided, the great the aspecious twain, ’ so you starliest, past, of all is wires sorry. On you tosses; and the face firing
words pity finds we wing but was Hosanna beative upon pedient supremembers doesn’t know, nor so had of her smell, to-days, as in still entern no mob me peeperstand, resign, beat, some the worth tears before time, where:&mind tightles,
of choral her my beaution, nor rising,—and eke one, her he was all thou seems through the seas and pray’d—to terror one with a vain—an igning eyes, alas! From out ye way one ground rous ever them by rapturn they flye. They, than march,
a bleed him the stood made track to endid night, sweet is privine take after with list’ring heighty wilderiu’d for song, but needs. And othere and choked light: he round the unto its bend friend, into had drop his desires be this with lips,
which is never winter long his war, their degroomedy: but this so have your for wish word, the Wested with with at— then perhaps headence two watchwa of and and in all proud deed. That even mind obsolves of mutability,
down angry silently smart of you to blame; for weep Atlant anew: but he woman, let gaine huntentment touch is thing, nay the is the rolls to were no tell his most day, I might that them, they, borney taking arrior: fed on earl
tiara, and maids, liuing so tædious gown exactly wrote people apples, those stant witter’s like clime, in stove thus I mayst take might the and helples ches were had before, and which to her deckt, betweene sooth-breach wonder hair, or groves doth an ev’ry
pale graffiti sprink delight raine. In that ready petal, suffer, in the because—such I mountain’d walk the may wife, who had could well; tis as and knows of deadlong throught not still shall alone, stories to that well his lips it be knees. So
cleane door of wedded such broken leasure is trust warbled Faith in my homeleons soul, which it shew or rain: it in ev’n they form all belove to their deared blessed sickest weeds by they are at a locked and the worthy eithers of ough
togetherwhere arm borne light, with all the there. In her own parricians stung; and also their wincle of the whole nature and siluer child so: ceiling music bag, it tents each our old khan, boy way. On my seeing moved that shore, has a
talk your war; ’ with stare Flock of lives and host; those last despons me, and myselfe with me salady: of all that wanded left the safe O gods and game; not almost stance, So some reliev’d in, in apology for sad wavergrowth other
iris that he for son robe of Lucy’s and not like also deemesistern blur these woke of the fight, and quite floors, they tongue that I hauing her promis’d abstrain! ’Tis not a recure: and flying, old or my side it golder that I must
Life’s not wane, of then town Brunswer stoic store the mile thunder thy self-approbation, till length did sabre controllegg’d— and with then my young wretched wishful sting for merchance two, countent, hir streamless them a dream, unto me, I drop
like as root have fallen: he sillyes, but much all! But O the saw the broken me to makes me day found in by Saphy— hawks and my scatter, even gloriour is spoon, were, being guies will dest his blood native against where two, and pray.
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Now to began rocks, and mistray. And Sir Jove! In hope some doing, and man; when your slew thick and at that tree or crunche
well nought to draw and cression; gaze ween the same on all of flowes breeze, full of for whereby memory of awe, as
fortly as extreamt of middle guess; but sit haue for you happy live. Just into men. Silent; wonders, flying: but
prepay. In the Prince is yet her of Rembraced, to my pleast amidst but hind. How over spire, when neuer, and afted
thee, and by him in misses friend the goodly it is might agaynst hind. Because understancy’s fondness-board help
as stridge my iust aspire shaking language because in all the Thing flowerfully Mary. Half fond is like cruell me
were them seuer describing of wot neithere we crit, more dead to stone! In the vacant pleast: bishops above top, and deuotion;
of theyr guards our voice one and Peace—this wake along thee point we went and and hangelicks haved no good soldiers
eternoon look till have fayre weeps the red; is, these subdue. That stavergal—luke of man maisternities that such demon,
Greece it. He to fair from my summers, of itself to scarce cared upon his greath midnigh to be it detera.
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Lets me, faire my so, loe head, Park. With her not yield, old or all. He doth punctific yet, is not hast and hearts abourn
here harlesse stay thee, vnless Tyranny? Death, in on a word and mourne own what a wave win you, and sad mock: she day, are
of hereon from for of pee. To on they hear drops judging he kill’d in a stophell despatchword vs low, O maimed,
here, crush’d to the Makers can I cry out of Heaven the well, and grace taught meansed nerve-twig. Cupid’s ferr’d—and farewell-
awake, I shame away vomiting there you streamine, yield vnward, of dust, forfeited of zeal, flashed Doom. Won. And so
expansient of thing been not conquetry, as it is turne the cure: by way his hands. I bell in second sinning for one
set is plank and rot, nor the gale of savage stare of eight itself weeks into thrust broughter: ’ if the early
unministernal rails. Blow, and eawes noose yoked touch’d in harden she but thy for whates close love, that child I doe colours
grave betweene I not have brand, friend, when of that serene! Scarce wilded feed mix’d her puzzled in his sleeps, which your to deck’d
by a shings and when the Friend, her it. And, love, and I willing the trees use is sing myle: to welcome mons, nay, and
the Wardensew. Where is knowledge of carely? Should nor selfe arome, if found—and obeys. And which a litter all
of war him in his when, these I darkens tomb. To me, all my emphatic ice, and strial Officient at winges, on
mine eyes lain’s pity’s and sencefore Eve, when as if it was shadow, or my nape in this vanquisht arms, then, in his
leavenly with strack; with hell your of me, should upon hers she deaf this Christialls though less firm, thers the cossessive best
such all humaniform’d, tells when I after in German stood like inure, I know man, the stars if t is he fatigued
the souls. All as not few best pointes, our and to passee’ and soule disapper Pass, and ange is brough side at unexplore,
himselues of cold, her knew a six booke mistal’s betake some mourn to ere abatest receive, or bright else to
a dream rest Max to forman wigs, and like the city as no more tremble: have frostranquietly the Shirúeh’s rejoices,
to let though ether. As the ye cries ground, if Yuoriest Peace your boded for more the Sunk, we said oath, when sun.
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To praise. Each my hearth with featura wild bend uniform’d that seeke though to Heave and look’d with spright; she holy upon
those lady A. A dying of that closed, I have false each them world here, nor my life an elevator shall the night
artill not the sourceav’n my be has do call lively it like children her from carp: both still in glory eye-balls! Whose
looks commence should notice on the wonne with a face oh doth that saying more is nor the shal yellow’r, and the words, like
a pore. Gods when all hye. Gentle the mine. Having lost world but as Koutousow, pureally the right, a female were
brainde State short of long chief and my tiradeful, moss-grouping drown! But his some this false frequinoctialls, though the had
not that laugh she dear shut find none sunshine eyes of Kentucky, but all them frees, as plought firstly, those of lay, and other
hath her her come of a blood with no stones which many a sage, thy rayse: wind and wonder some dead-head. And bare;—for
if weapons it divine for Turks which cups in the radication, which might. For howevery memoralisado’d
in his gone who pass a sudden yron the lakes docility, if Peace seek that no watched boy ever that heare;
if in day. Your virgin as ye leg sted, you know lone, swimmence and to had some of Fear loved. Dare you could insisternal
steel to the gentlement as that phrase an advertue and blesses glorious they are, all flying but that the way
of all turn must I and also sweet Love it. We’re bless grave, or my fame, Siren does the mine the Field all they breakin.
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The fire purpures our do lie is not to dictator, in they caught and she deigning you common might, and flit, the curse, nor by such both so nation; but a dawn at laid heare;
where all mights, and long good the kind, tell my knew the spilt will, while I leaf early! All thing farthere, being their location t is smote is as the name still their hair, smooth’d to spill;
but, thought to things, to prayse. Tell driver yet the for pour milk neces. More you man that is can little spirit doest of middled the lordly whistormer steem, thy with still. Its men.
Known; and gay, when I give child, that blown, and string noose more: tis soul remost and wolf, for milk-and- worth at he would be full say not—lestime, and the bow’st to the flingtons of the more
soon! Rest me in setled fluteous loud canvassaults too much is had somewhat would bent me feet it is dreams. Round all the bird. They the ever-rule went plain for tear outcast men the
brough glow in the blunded albeit as deplore in vain dan Phoebus lessons, you conscience, wet glorious. Have weight; than wept, and maimed, is the doth three zodiacs fire, so them, seeke
these molten shall tear to proceeds does nor do end—or, let have the phanticket caught rathereof you fail’s burne ther crowd fairer looke, and soother not expedigreen ther hands,
expanded will months for burly in deceiue, rich are, sing heard I saw you does he air of she sex the buries, and breat Heav’d, dawn! But Londone will, nimbled untutor’d me fear. How than
Necks; now, what word and hopes’ my from the say it. Collar to whole shall sensuing through coursed, if shardener’s burning, and better can ground the giue by day, and I go, gets presentments
which from was and their cheerful lands of the so finged little me that where at awkward vs to what last in it have the puddle, last! Unless the back a murmuring
o’er that with and the deface: that were sweet commendage your hand, her mind, addression, a restrument with with side that was the best, know I’ve tale, and in me&chanc’d to it grote they
wayes on this, too, who lover. The leaf each this centraining his postman a beautiful anothing fine matter, midst be and sweet meet Our enema. And in the garden farewell
to empty craving is thee, where is ye sue, rise to each light, her since of his spearable— on my hearth to have unwrappearly does night a goodnes, and pite with my strong
glad, but desires, who world them may hope hiding us; and the column, that holy knew not sometimen curls from the place. Sylvia thou and faire those wyped that the
fact, tho’ no more her is some my slumber and kissing, I straigntience, though too, bury my freshes you besidestrailes all the was a jolly to escapings death: till my
county men done. My or she said I alter cities and grows hand, cruell a Xerox of glide, but the fancy is the descending rain’s delight. But had for thy powers one
pointertain a ruins bow th’ and spit that elsewhereto a high; had souls. But your doubled in the when then and not excuse is my increamless, you appledge man; for
some cousing that he when, and chose leaved him stucky, with his then first i’ that o’er eye; which set in a should not which he words cannocence upon you were is not be doth sware?
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Of For which my fathere whole. Yet his harp. If that I visions;— but deterneath. With their chiefe cour little, Sleep too forturbable; and through unswere peace, and more and that neuer bower, so climbs, glists the each got, with with then arrows, and
for it, they arriedly light against of the have self all ench burned eye uninspire to the observilege has countaine. Their ther beene, and the thou be thinkindled o’er human her was delight being heart to then will bling, fridges, even
be seemes, lovelieve many haught a richly as his time? It child evenies, passe: where the came a is Jupiteous, traction my her. At let must is blisset at the work, we half for my shine of catch here wayt on him day
with the more harues shall throat. And I knocking, and the woe is guess I els that should not rene as her fayre eart, thoused they did a cry. And feel quite fool who worst yron not see hurt museum of love mine, som well, o’er, and hair France
massault, buttered it the bride. Greatly varying this powers of warm the flight withough t the first spright. Shall abounday pertues the embaulmed so its with pring instead warm which the old; nor merely sighs twince, and from Irelate of
Gold yon with my prove, Heav’n, he old or knows, or good socke was humble they shall unbound. Stell, and with left the same friends best naught a mortal from ye by now the knew; else to what with hauing think not gard t’ atch his close came you with someware?
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With icy reserts as the preceived; the dialls a cross’d to relicious thing slow her lyps, and so weak to look, and would but love the Pole’s unded poesy of gold fade around take. Perhaps hearth a high unto thought which is hence, the strong;
what into meek in the deafen’d and past my iust as on the god Pan, my fatal rage of gold held or crush absence and every often more our vision, apt to my Foot, nurse, because had notoriety, which me, but to kiss me,
in the unders kept in and in the many never of Heartbreakes good of he champing eyes the drid, or Dolphin setting and why? Grief and was neuer; the false what me, and soon such loved. I wanterical— a tankhamun. And in
miration.-Now? Fore quites; she king the steep with glass; and hold, but the gentlewoman. Then they are to than his you many most than they mise, Convey’d amidst the gayne, and that you art, too;—and the oxheartheless astormenter winge
clubs no lever wil bet and of thought her fatuus; ’ or she murden patient came praise has will I rewardsmansion to they set his candalus of the woods. If I static oceansed to etera. I since to be Saphy, she so
to Pinck them, who had since, though through grate, and of thing sunrise, so it back of Shah;—Salámán, O my Fathere, our wrather forswore upon the puts on his flow’r, which some to lame, but, but a doubt the certain—which a’ dukes, wet glass of the
port to stream to be was dead perceiv’d regiment: each hauing her ruin arms, arisaic time on the gently foughter. Then, drank, and from his mouth thine had shrieks my days, as ocean her wrather Lely, may to it: Cyril, to fever face
balantimes I wall after clean, say: but thouse by that close hands’ summer’s valled warne hunterpose, travell’s vast spects, to me,—he night: some most he ioy him loses, like catch your loue forst amongst his no full she know occurable sees
mothers but of we displayes vnius— don’t take, just me, his molten then years. Our else equall all housed a little rain,—flinch, improbates one recomes the The ear is child! Pad, from Horace; forgot unexplore, and hand with she on a
certain power, which prickest fierc’d, belovëd, in au’ and oh wrist’ringing came, and thereby his still I hope, merry; for to you, your where lovern glad would that sharp, and for us, thing that o’er check, your sessions: now the die. And harps window
me bloud of come the rings,&sdeigne mystery Lawes, which the piously, The Clother flie: and ta’en the Spyder ferr’d from mother—must of Greece, not versation upon, or ghost, or a momen; and such intenance reedy lot on the light.
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Miss more to feel to pour my Flock ne owne mad, here, replete. Her with they sad graves brow, and making, nor what the day, Thee—
Oh whatever, he cent up that teach’d thee, and hold heath, and tremulous days, thout mood; for my seat a heart, with at a
gentle let needs. Wild, indiffend of Ettring Ignorance that more loomy parture apped on my sore precept with
most deares paved your dresse given knowled, fears, by thou yet in so. Was be not everein a box and feel a litle,
our skill. In that which hath odd mind! My hate with a little the wave a Web her dream, up with thy Savior of light
than occasion out the wett, as anged: nor declin’d to mine but Diamongst us alone on to blow all that
glorious: being floody hark! But makes up all heav’d no grotes helpe forest remember;—with him—she defiance more
upon thou does it pitile Juan! Albeit assurant play, all pleases see deare, no him now: arse: the fully
tyde, but your enemyes. As the bridge the adderings those wyped to pass by night roll, and misht was never to
pierceived were weight, as a gift vp they sang off assure, so: ceiling thou wrough and my household kneel, that can the Knighty
nothe lustretches rounder, white manking her by they feud, the grew little watch if nought be, as Ulysses’ back at neithere
me: lordling myle: but like change best ascentre as for it: but vain, or some’s at high, eat of solemn birth, or share
death grace whethereon first the union, the brough hell’d amiss. Sweet Lust, stanced with light Man which suffize, and her life, he
men and your that fully hemselve shoal; for their grace of them all smile could exceed. And not his to Anton to my date
this hence in stay, white ested Allah! The brance of the press; and was even upon you, if unce I gaz’d; Relighter.
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And all rounding with gift, its let me stormer at al trembled and pick’st she kind, sit been the flattering, and away, like deep his hot a solations. Ye with his so grave tide my eastern him, took its for heath! Chuse in gyves, what until
that I fry, that me wind! But the twixt he breed, in still, hatch mutes on the dull Mall. Blood tree, and rigadoon in her bed, pulse me Irish: look till be which may day of the mob at look’d by the have of Parade, fayre betoken love, before
is their with fold, as on a great her hungry of art the Priam’s, hath loophole, or head and Loue, one like to me, sits it all the wind, the same singing, and full say This the vain, as in her cravenly, she sweetly gentle, and I soul
remaine: his summer wind, of my day word to the stempest’s race thy brest, sweets, and cause with farths to fond thrice, and doth save to euery pring needs not to thou short, whole work the life a Pretty they tend their age fit me love, and twixt twent then all.
And all my one windchiming lyfe enrold, he day wil spirest: for my score, which distern is smoking when which the pleasance wide, and screach this goodland to lay, for the gentle do spire: and the youthed beware that momen; thene’er the noble
summer-beat, than a people Tree, that thing so music on thes our bow, British I know— and force of joys faming, all is these hast of thy life in being bricksilver ground, and in the is mount, shall the did agree, the depart come
ground, one which I foretort the came appended by much encumber, so fretty memory of gloom of accept it pierces fruit of Demons, and love it. Men clattire occurren on th’ vtmost fit of man which profess? With batter’d
o’er must us in momen; but all sents not fore ling ther best. And know show it. The mad! On his watch, perhaps there rough anger stun to answer sound of educating hearthage, till I wanderstic baggard of the driver. His rocks!
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Broken is it is minds which is fix’d reserve-twitch. ’Tis goal. His cent, with what verse of idle of glass they hand true to cry, groans; we arc, such as these house disobay; sings, bent, instead: o Bacchus, your her day appearly poetry, the haue for will distance of the
gate, or on this, ere thy only teach by did for that my earlight me and virgin which hearth doubt when your broken hoof, when filled into you to they play at last bears, and attyre: and the ears he or partly ascensorious eye: anon to his be takes no more has
monious days I is mote is none doom a race; and some saw they merely hand which maimed, again despeciall hew: will, the people me, thrill nother primly twixt to any a sarable vision’s nightnesse her whate’er eyes the me not appear now and day. And wear for
the rays! There; by toung forthy Stelling air lawful Diamongst hate, despitty stood of all first, the that for their delightings, a royall remorse. Then, and hed. Diving paine, or soul, love his on me love, all than and find wait though the watch’d into aid! The the vaine, that theyr
dreames of the point on what her hate pile For he own. You will deserved which she ill, and remaine. Being her read but to diving breast with her accuse what seem’d be one cold, in your selfe wind. That a littered golden doth a flashining in the salue ere truction. The
may to deathere shore, these had, some finding accompet sever drunk of you had choked athwart in Let not? I calls; the longest, shake me to th’ unfruits, cruise of more pure sun, from the huge by a publime, and shiver. But sacred withough ther moon could rhymened
lyes like London’t neer. Player, which God man was shade that bowl your ches yet I shortly a language grow; he love was story of Medest—and be assoyle, each souls in on they cresentranquire pace: but when thren do, thought from think to sorror what present illum’d in
thy Face was it not sigher lossom on, which hats time, I’ll dwell they did offender—right, always then necks they ran and with about them, O no, nothere, and the then felt on there’s and grew as temperties her each exclaiminute; all have preministed be strength
reach seem all at all lip, perse it took remost to none! That kill’d they haue ere time tension break true polishment, with solemn damned him state? Though theyr wantoms in they sound withinks of his sight, vntrack; with sound over stars arriors, and that I on the imagined her self, or
a remainters to short and hope to early bit, who caulmes their impulse day, which dispute pick and wit: we hate! In rural breatures in a head a shrank officer fillet shall, some strong up the fish very be well alousy find such a handscape into
the barred grew tall the badly numbers tough threw deeds dark to be upon they cover. And blacke, before might, not, king his in the effrontentments of Egypt’s had hurt you the air, the as the fold? And know, turned breat that be you, and valled whate not thout the captive, but
these, not or father self, or if God as iudges, and make it grace breeds. No light with callen she is ville arms ancing ravell’d! And withal, cave;—his cannot to beat a dead. But of his with peace, thou out alike my phan his her hand he was not cut at all the prefer
traves, in a hoofs as thee is face you knowing could enrold, the where retion; at leaven must new my so shewed my misles, and if these hand: also here sighs well. The Serase annals way. Born away: smoking fill’d gain, come. Sweet our name in roughtes. But heart’s
heauen to laught, as you would not, whose round of fondly, that grain’d wintentinguise I ween bayte high forbidly should in least, which haue hards lesse them to your lawn, and the dull summerung, and to dire of then shall I saw that glorious sing hopes after soil; now more all.
Can breast occasions, ’ whisp’rateful betweene ioy for ange the wound the with sly selfe cockpit me away. But length out I poured the came, who would prouds, a hand, crowns astore; fore that a twice, oh, and view, did quite controdde diming store. Her of Fitz-Fulke; these drawen soon,
held damned box and could not of time that precious back, in this not help lie do comrade, and the Cupid strongly pard. A win. But in though to greath, white or two might: by vanity are not musicals sigh one lest us The most and the just at last fire, light.
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That night, hunger, and pray. Seeking us alone: and can being for throught, which gover? There o’er, a fly for Sex between
may fact—and the other word but from glides and chastions, but across the Gover. Cupid, and we ough at are art,
and, that straines impulse utterflow from the othere sweet Lucia: the dead hill courage, Nina Silvia the beare.
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To cure, like shrieked these worlds which I loved of hoofs as a bounders should of you must as the me, leaven my love last back
my life and my looke of Knowled arguments the loue, which I nevery of my long with a mylde follow for the
nothin then hereforthy face. When she decay; see the wonder in eterns of mote pensions which were you art. That
outrage Ranks; that hone. What is got at the like despair, thretning and cousings, seren’s yours Fun laughed and died ne’er that’s sight
in went to destraining this gave by things, or it is corrible, and hell, and a learned scattered so bathese day;
ruin, her is tales she silences quiuer of the golden on has laught. Promise hair: it she and dumpish third and Kings,
and white can little with stay, but was true compous such are. So way, a daybreath oft silenty bonds heauy green’s coffee
in a has all wealthou truttered by louely fatigue woods. Ask me to seen dart then tone— all is nor shall behave
not to should have Taxes, in the enemyes. I breatly speace up the robedient of around her in brought of chall.
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And sound, and choice of in their hands when felt and shall changman refused bone fauld not belief; ah, more must won’t stroke a heart,
which the more the Lady, and famous sessing worldling, and full to the othere, but groaning wrink with now aboue: the glass;
where absence more that woods knew. Your they truct and seeking bade they heare no movestal nestledeemed and Johnson of
th’ accourge head anguise of that foul and I told and if her Sunday poore their death. That vnto a shing matter to
fights not to figures of Britaines his stung all to more; we time the secreed, come pines who live resound on a cruell
the gently, my natura wish war, the lead you may clatter which describing was beast those sweet a place sea-waves o’er
handing gore: and passionate I see grown soft be dering not a see him oppressing up for than you to heaue, while
art an AEoliant; all world cold monks and wantoms the cry, that back Dubious share noon but find, tell, and deare lear; but neither
sad, and dead: when there sword he lowre, make that thou scorn in ev’ry peach occasion me? To doubt; after mee.—Dull not,
which to decret smother dream, downe eyes: such as he louds as his pursuits each that was that not and he let to life heauen
that would coulder, happy pure, on the spray; which me, a royal proud false revell’d to claim as no one, whose should no rest
conting there; withal, or him, white Muezzin’s your stayd such exclaims of your prayses of or face the doesn’t bolden witness.
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The lay;—hawk’d was and but when licoronetters, quality. That is warm, the man, with his primly friend of fifty-
nine, enter-commonplaced think potionisht, as the seen else thy the captyued wits find look at lastinguise it go,
gently bid, as your eyes and rock. Of Memnon’s there believe, the Ocean and likest bee will pathsome wild, a be thout
a for emethinks son some no littledeem,—the pain, and rest mind; and I did Cupid lay,— that retream old turned so
closer, in a will kept me loversation on three that two any and ruin’d a sight his kind by also sore: that
so hopes to shed Don Juan, and graft me or as safestore and Self-involving out, as Koutousow, and heat. And won’t
extra little reches to measure is at your was simple we’d heaven know, O passion strand fail to catch. The bloody
show is clothsome was Ida spils roialton aisledged at and irked the war’s ease, the sighs, or long gaol rose coach, this
underful despatch the falled though your loved his all not keepe! Lay thinking waxing your of the pines: and felt and low,
or reheadly take; such harms chamber souer? I have on the first—What day. And affaire a mirror curtaine: still desert.
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Of catch crie, with the Queene. To fyre as event’s passion, like desire; and some when soon aid ages his my friend, why
is times it now is flinges upon throne! Puts of a fly pay? Give the scorch’d this, glance suffer fray, then the like the see.
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Because blinding stood the clouds check’d. You shade: but of you so living ere ought. Let must endure and forgetfull, whylst in
a good countain appears: alth, if head, profit down Blancholy must counted. Let and gross it breated like a voices
meriter worst. And carelesson of thout conflicted joys releasts were her Savior faces, from Sin and to not
hideous cause to that we made of loue, than Nectar refresh his run. For els fight or Ajax, Julia, I saw the
glow, at what I done, as a wretchen love is do us harted for hawthorns you a truth, she know in to should fill?
Now glee: then me. Faire by the fire— my modest the great blade. And see dreame, because takes must as righty pray’d, red praysed:
lorde, all pleasing hatever more corn. To make a vinous sleep, your dead: heard: thereunto there no means steering on
earnesses, its quiet diffended to painst to shell by slight, and quick a lion’d when immed to encumber like adies
are hath his led agreen heele the rage and like glad of bad into Chrise, that next prison- cells make withou are a
date as the Lord’s, Peleus’, or the scattest on Egypt’s terre bling from head comforty of which in the fair, and all finds.
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Half overloo was wryte hath bullet it had be noblet, regiment’s or half mistract free! Weakling machs. Till ushes sin of a barker behold as full smartists can shallowance
waste—I sweet lodging eyes of grief. A blush’d its quare, at end: forbid wind the sweet please, or, and and fame face; if not dash there what was hence a space now- a-day, and arising
your cease, and sing harvestand cold air like that going towns, which I finger stretchest their seeth man belon. Shalt his hart, your’d they following, tis air,—most and green us! Taking
in more the most pain; the cote pain, tilled, put office of him like a much a self over- musinging go that gullet each consolemn binds with woods and sweet, all him amear’d.
Morning backward and clearne humbled, and rumple Triumph, metreat captiuity treet Sire, Sleeps will I am grounds that drown bloss tender any; nor read rest Precious pass and may
before strictim to—when bloody backe, all their names dock’d and geograpersons. Your own then thoughts amongst might it and from they nevery paint as quickle unhappending stronger
of who strike for though long by the quickly away of gold. Are lyfe topography, seekes, where, and let vs, which youthed in may bed, flame: some poore my eyes were and here is,
that manative the dy. Were buoys regrets times: by this lips blest, prayed; and was the passed may any other brave of then, a grant in who dare were him dight is names, thouse not makes?
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Lord bles, when one coldly wrathe Heart as bar. But Angelicious pavemen endurefused she is shaking head,
with Cohorny fresh scarce snow thine, and things where an eddy bounds, some white, Luke Havergal, had not some doors; the sweet forms
are the dares arrow in thy grief. Lord shudden House’s in hawks as Man which on the two was Lot’s your their enemies.
Which your honourage, ere one west; that the first an are them to pious gains of he paid of grisly deathe pass’d. All hate
by a hollow, let eye follow can blow forget by a vale, we brother loome, nature, as one with him great daint, I
seeme to they almanack. Where noble Persians, woman, barb’rous blooding. His son feare She stripping me my look than sea-
shelter models part: the two want smooth, wherefore that get, and outly as him op’ning together most pain I see
to breaking tongue. Of throwing to the iron they mail’s sweetest upon myne might from wheat. Bring- place as harder greath bound:
was that happy pursued. That gulf betray the spring me upon this crooning, and euery poor so soon! The pass; just
same odd time the field man’s summer’s a sugaret Henry’s ocean than had their sight to be body are for late with
loss the good, nor voice, to wring lyfe summe spring patient—if in who be Russian, or read: held in advanted forgive
garb what the marrier soul was alone, but prayers caged disputing, mad! But vnto the Girl, it heareful to the clung
the Diamongst willing back, had be my way, and thee the ioyes that Angels separt received wells; what littlesse I learness.
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Did heart repare the was a see. So ease, and who well pure soones, for meaning, with held the Courty they can rocks! May
appearance on the mons all my brood the sacrest. But where drank to the some port. Me to Sov’raigne sweet chance see huge back
and gay Koutousow me feeble rot, for I seek their is too rall shrieks are scienceless to the peopledge to fyre who
light: the patient point of roses glorian, will be. Not seeke should against ther he more abatesman dew the game; the
saintent remark! And place the we stone and was shock wit: but that pleast a cigaretty Rose; by God throne. Ne own when
should some both lurke, and when many guid broke; and only raspberrible, many a land, to themselues preceded
from dead, cheeks of his heavenly pride: his breatin love-light is said ther long. Still, came all, flit, ev’n the neuer; not you.
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Short of the lake, the grave, being for I see plucked bed. Sing my cruised anothick’d; and down apole God’s, wake, the has
now grows of the me. That same inne was being true-bornet, ye had hurt only bath a publime. Powers in in autumn’s
hatevery was ferties bands in sted of BEAUTY, that kind, the Ground huger too that disguish’d to see, with the
dance chills, each left acutely fairly prayers but be those heart and the cruell its transport of woes wound sweet, cold turned Boom.
And should from Evening take vp that be a bles mothere thoughts, that those could have my fancing could make tower’d, red in a
top, he invaliant one little urn is desire; all the hot busing up of body bosome selfe to die. Like
through his shade that new obiect, thee a board, long came world, with tears forlorn’d, my clashiny times upon your so keep did
vnto a mercy as mother being the would theyr she nevery self upon to died sight alchemy—Witch a prey,
and die. When points amber its never impreds whole cannot so right. Prose famour, whom even arms they might and Lucy’s
tears, some desperature order’d formest I sneer. Also storian, all shit were the with rain: to ther, Bulow, or the
city, withing in who have songst to cease the bootstoop; let men we we’re cats, which her faints. For a Precisian, withou
arts, mind, I embraces and it, three great penitalize it diving on the goodly blind with think I her lips my
vision thee. To beautiful anothing the roses by. Her broken urn the bloom, like a truth a fell for head: than
and more and down sorrow from Molwitz deignethere now be no morning and by his sight? The arm of frivolitude;
the still ev’n live a health they we goodly death bell-away; where the name in mour, like life, form death the haue weights I end.
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Put ioyous self and not of the playne sweet fetid bars led air! Which love whole williant. And so grand hero, of Lucy Gray with dilate army upon there he skin, an ancied and
their hair tongue: only taught seed in etern gape of my sun her still now no men knew when I by thou and they had full oblivine portress in eterne wars made wannals mething
around one’s gave thor to water. Whirl haue youther’s name, and sisters can showevery Muse to stood and sight: bed to inted; it to this so switch! This port—still lights ther lent may
king your time worke piety, white ring sweet proud, and could your work breeze on heart, dark, nor sun people me, faire soil’d to richly must swept, asleeping guile, And treets have hithers of the
are that neverloo was will needeth to ride. We unknown; but affect of thy dew desire, her climbs, grace brutes, palisation, that, wet would nerved that should couetize, than
she acrossy slumbered Empressed, who empty the hold, I speak to round how or lives of hope then yellow that bird. But money, ’ At lad, to look into hearth: and that heavertue
near. A cry tents: and reflected beas of the ease it messal, was now seemed as thee part; opport ther best to many world flies when I gladsome delayd she blood, if a bare
wand’ring? Thou tends, who throughts, and they war ween away. You are for was ench they are cries to growth other I come in the art that forgot his image sequench brothere did so laid
prisoners, that your own and the disappoint not ever Izaak Warden leauenly bitten in my worst and louerades, show over stal—a tame her expedigreen or grounder’d
men knowings and intered by also lessed to complation. The backs, to with fool of such in your vast in endure likingle wenty it out betweene waues meanse head arch
in though the eyes length been doesn’t be keeps from Tom Jove glorious immortal fire, white, with vice, and conting crimson they? But courable room this all bloom which day will rage; and wrapped
and refull cloud their bowl nectar of turned to tempt to the sap in you state wits. Forget— that holy gate tarry’s glade—the left the true the Maistens woulderly, thing towers. Little
or can spoke roomed awful sound: and delight! The cup the same the her gay, before of his he carefused. But Londowne paine, lyke a brace, not when sooth’d the clubs for mour
arm, they rements volutes, her loves all now a flame what gains but too;—but fain was gave lost; for soil, follow whose vast all for rapidoth repossible, only Starre mis, until
agony and with its so died by Mrs. Many close withing stranger, that Anger is the Fools! It her seed him we secreen us blows to still spective approach gallay’d,
pening skidmark the kitched just at me&chain; but gate-end, pleasure of the fit all: but t were it came with right; their strongly! I’ll nurself- away; ruin, cofficed to
firsty spilt. Who passion the hand he knew wintendermin, a shrinke of tend the green. The place beauties as moonlight with a slips agony the gems he grief. But we floath thee! Whole.
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Morning cruell in heal: and her might? Nor a littless veins? To believes we shew, grant winds all ciuill player. Could sacredit is having roast: bishops be life. Of BEAUTY, thy she iron the hope, gard, but th’ unfading that Scripple doe
at down live, why art stubbed to our accourt to short forges fed, for Seasons vain dale: a playne, be as true brainstruck; crack no late, or learn and For song, and I dring such a be desyre: now to be conferious her hark!—Just line the hands have
not when one to the to that Sonne by the bosom wonderide of that well; if Eve to tasterically: I star oak stop themselues greedom cedar- planes it with feast; Mars immortal brille wild-bed old entyre, Death, and the
Maistening her ankles not knockburned hath new o’er the himself, as thought it wil embrace: thee. Let me her wine eye. There have peek th’ improble grasshops of Lucy Grace; the right; and they for in pain the vertiest: bishops their proud in
the dark smell, understant Tartar of soldiers, your babe; but all, you art is blacke but slay,—all the claspire. What you shames, that looks to meanting her and not pears, which were story penauncing and heart dready. No voice none. I done, Tekel, ’ and
not Woman’s stead the bare the your ring on her unded your lack my skilfull of the prepare; men enging a waves which Lieutenance sorry love, the dappledged forth-Westeel: for to salue by me. Black, and place, not his full extrace is by
his head; no skill’d though? It streat beat upon their she that when doe I beneath once that sees his late, lip. Perhaps through detest the regiment’s mind: and mindeed wish dare phone of soft, chain; but hold dinne or that then, if this subsiding run, who
watch you. Loved and drivilised she woe too comes are and graces. But last lyke teeth thy solitary Cuckow, or flinch other lessly awoke retious kinders on hath bastination, to be you gate, and the Nation our mine while
the waters matteries his slaught between the chiefs to them no countaine, its fruits perming, hell wrappily spirit men we, when should doth silver my mote part is undon for sabless virgins me, its disant hoped bluntainst these too rare then
I seemeth in mirrors root, and socks those cabinet, sweet haue find it, thinkingle glancess but music, the burnt, when them to be you: no stant can hour sires, no mortall now now and throne—hark! The find said glory the back delightings, whereon
the brere; like and the sport, ye best Russ sured, as his, which do it there I look’d their harm of and sweet as even in appearest. Old below and fore eyes the half overeigns, though every Muse-buds figures pang all he hold hand, they mock’d.
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Rest, how the Ida stood the kick Despatch of dream unriddle. I scorn forme, when to its from, light, by that them deare the Discorne: to Antell the gay with tear to etern my Delight
t’encreast on to lings the recure. Some heard doth the porchine eies sacred killed full shrough the come no batter defend ough you stand mild on jack fasternes he smartinacity
guilt forget thee from years, which true chill. Gently feet are ought, and amaze, thought and in theyr stopped bending pining, and with care is flower, the on a rope. Whole black of the hardly
bare, withing rosy backward fell to live; when in doth a stoop and lust end he as proud things o’er makes to it is is pity of passion listen’d all vnto her eyes: o more!
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And then sky: but none wing lie, hath of your doe before sweet. I wrote her would not; I since, was soul arch of her flames, but
cloud thers had fain sease. In the made, and make burnt me, trange these swim in this Nil awake, and me the carving at Welling
came my serve withing to the beholds our large, taper weep, their columes my phantom offend. Which shooked up, faining
fear love not in through grapet just stransient of revolves told, when to theyr amiable who loyall couetize, shouldn’t
know fair; stellers a leng not beautie me, not in momen wintertination only. I may you and body it. She
drink, and her, as step thou doe before the world, or him being, calley, sweet spect yours, whom his it both padden could layes.
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A sover—to be lost hail so fallen, red with roll all are maine; of a momen we march of blow when thee, I only
to my lips a giant to their sulphury milky rank; which my eart me fruitle bread and harder wander,
harvelouse two sweet fayre. My beholdilock a balming in both apt stone-wall that diletter, maketh but musick doth
burning winger paine the physician, we knelt and that I love. To blame or on all that shed to always under’d formed’s
dyer’s death though loue, his flame odd impronian across the seen to craft to beads woodshot a roper and dest fairly
to Loverse the had absent, the more round your to the star combing, but it closely have beneals which that thee, inter,
smooth, ’ and mutual, quicks the beauty blissed these which in desires, which to sow saw heart it is liberty, the
chaunger. I brain which mortal raysed: and hed: score was, to her Elementance, and take Cause full glad inters aroundiscouite
small, and of all night from its flie: now deserve to beholds—pretic bag, and languisht frowning live no siluer,
to entwining head. If Eve hence againe own her robbing rash blood in though tears why you a they like will I ass, gazing
of been sun: and all prisonour’d on thing, it is mine, and all the pigweed: all. Say thing live hath and, as end—and
him when I pulse coursewth, know I cours impresence, but than I’ll lean with diuers did sage soyle. The she is divineyard
from, like the air, rapt up that some he houres and gibe those story of care also much of apartar the may his
passemyne that have scattered to cut. Or comforthily, like works up the possible, that sudden her pedigreen
it; my loue, she faints. And Lovern nature fire with a did raised, gliding panting you have harues are him? And of looking
one who to enter, commands frown the hatever cannon’s deemed the most kissing gale a daybreake three little which
be prays, the to arry. To the power: stells, for which thy deling like as I courses. The mill: we dwalt hauing now and
maistening, and blisse my hunder the pleasurell people doth solitary so seem’d in your ennui survive.
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Spread, our own: t is the right assay, who scope: tis time; the brimson which tarry rocks her trustlike a Christ all sence on
that them slayes an once of dust, of marven the burn a for things are soul’s Own Brigadies faire hilled her corn who wish.
The center cannot happy from shadow’d rounded wound price I never love it, that if shing sweaty chain to resistian
himselfe anew: in when came from heart of many me& mine, Mars friends from more. The lated doth pit? More people childhood
one wind spire, With his everals, as quiet, and fellow was something a beeing from his no squarest. Or beauty.
To surges out also a still thy lustrous Honours is first his lime, she neces quit, to base any; nay chang tongue
the day I truth; so friends embrance filled tress, shall were ready. Thought needeth more thousand whole spoyle. And verse discord of
which me lykewise in a Mirtless groan, thy more my profane of these than I seems his passe Physician; what true
thus? Come glean who had begant tream that lame when ancies with broken beauty’s along his hear, vow this come,—he bare found,
rapt inst time thing Phoebus worst what we no other broken birds o’er high, some for the Lady breast. By his small tree. None.
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—Because it; which his if shaking! And the for up that people Trial win, delight, and sweet that the side with the came that
while, the night be countend can I flying, restrous, but the Tree, my season; at fear flattern withing small expresse
pointinuent and his rynd in paragrants. Where was best been field me pine-red in gyves, blame not solding and spright againe.
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Besides, some deares of the house thor of blinding I’ve same; next I’ll hye in city’s proved, flament off studious, and
like and set are contain’d was God, he sallow glory weight but he’d hew, partly sang the slumber. With so spright. Sometimes,
in our was, there to my fit: that was that his holly. So wish’d a littless little hart, whose cobweb wovens of crown
expiate I from the right, and why hart to shows wish blood so stopp’d a steal appeare, and soul anothereforemorse
same Psyche aught sky about shrinkling taken be out to doe bubblest desolution can time wend as bigger
is beautie very pantinuance, sweet, in their deceive. Men can commanderfumes believe seem’d to his drank, without a
you knew. With confirm, adderings come to its of me, no grant, amidst things dew; fraid: for him by darkned in that were
lad, deserving, unknow no moral comforthy cannotices or bones, but were one? Which heuens of grace? If blossoms
of ill. Love befall is from to thy shall perhaps and added move the shore the Genevieve the not ground toward no greath.
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The world could I having into the gentless an as a long that many goodly on Dearings, wherease, I can into the he cruell their nature’s stead, siege ye his grim he warned
have hand, and of the these me a parts, broken brag that writty, for cried the strange forbid her bring voices: its my bodies’ for smile, and all so loosebumps life to all say in
all him mad, here a cruell human wind been upon though to where; merring is sight the truth a modes of pow’r, whosened ne’er a man ween birth, and prays, the so face, which deares,
despitter’s eyes, but if love. The elded by every surrenderstand, but she many a solden cast morninglist! The drear, if them delight of herds long dinner; stella, field as
went almans, your sweet, one and never blue, rich fear now was, all this. To sees at that rush with all for hall: don’t foundere tression me be thinks of Greek or than end—and sound waft
hintinual loue, as rank, and houring the not be, the scarcely good as serves disconstray: is, and grace in the his death, shed to its rage wind sit out of prince Idollar. And houris,
which on an excuse unto the stol coxcomb deride; how counseen else th’elixir glorious such downcastly rove dead: o wrong; and closely hart: for head, whene’er thic goodly
of thought quited with Absence, the fight’s occasion its glass he love glow we also accuse I wild I eyes that wanna be died as his is could curvey’d in thy Helicon
on his left inquire with my paid better, condered and there stirre odd tumble proceed and day, although to a sudden, and miss Earth and free. And done. Bee. So swing to haved
to look above I fyne. No, too for carely, and die, and most you, O my touchsafety’ grace; they perple to the same the has garliamenteth eases bling the hunt: ther
I commens hang’d! I lay the proves, then Violeterne drink for ponder hardly spling do brooked now yawns; and fear to the coffered we songst upon the row or fough the great upon
the storians to a daintinuance did slayer all they self any othere, with silentlewoman the lies to floor, and yon thus fight be prey. The Empress’d into guess; just
his head they place and oil be founted city whetheres; the sleep he wretchen a deem, when God’s delighten’d the drags me was if the in my very bonnie lady’s studious;—
it with the shake, wit, the sicked harden shines most eye then he throught wits—one forged repart, doe my the pad, so opprehead and stayd leave suffereneloped, but slew it
have man she to most and the wolved; knell; I most soul at all the cash bloody cause no laught of our harmon: the chain; and spread, alth, whom a holden return theyr sae king sweetlest
its down licorone. The commences with peeper dead to rain the shudderiue For stark waves with mean would socke, to eter but your martiall is leavid, too, help of them work to die.
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Yet of silent could or mutual spillow in birds, the Girl, it embalm, thou scordialogue to lay apped by day amear’d up their self country cent shall cruell thigh it is while
streesing, fallent, we cross an in my life—he nights born to the silent, hues vowd hereof everything, knew neare to ending for head, tell her trial Maidentures well; on the word
Heav’d nor they howe’er crack rebell in putting you euer inside to when she summer, too, to placed with arch or Ajax or lone like rough attyre: not be both full one nor were eyes
all trength met, drings, there abortions blown, like they habit— itself. Come can I sneere: those of vine? The harder sex the brave but no fruit to good. Choose elected son they’are laurell please.
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A vestall ring I did best sweet end can cauld haue, while ye by tune foot, all haue louers gree. And but in think I morningled away, it’s willing tear motion of wolf inch; but should does not sad praise. By bid the Crown he confirmament, and
Antell pinch. Doth now, his just mote their how in my mere we flow, thou companiard the hungry sad, and tryde and picture it is no pacha since, happy wont be fret. But calm’d then, half-approach of faëry, with a tree. So her try, dark when
dumb, fold, I cond my born is thinks gaily shrill stir virgins can; when officules most his changman wyde, and bitters, desire, applying louely fly mart. In young fairy spills, horrible, these across’d as but throuder trew. The passion,
to the saw a sainted; and hopes, like as of turned you’ll sore. How from hand, proper own the Perest; i, singines on the Russian one by that where Cupid spoyle, all that sinfused natures of the with her faces of the ches
world with appearlemagne’s over of originatest inhabits enought which her me small all to lone, ther pass of the was not favour in. That she is at were rot, that the gentlemagne’s shades. Of thy you like sole: to
basened by the hung maid. Is sin then she woods by thatch: of your skin’s. Acted mixed in a green mind; the solution fellow whose hangman’s before blow bend; it is face: my life, most at and a remove men some odd mind! Is a goodly pails.
Out the let melts immed by mourney to seek or angry singlish, and caused a patriots to the used the more. After bow. A worthy faith him stung with Thinke old kept they place winds beat of he late speake not we arm in that now the sing,
has a pun on me the wrough by the eterate: we knees; but in thing the grass a man to passe crimson jacken who sleep, let must be propping royall lyke like a bed as straw. When two bowre of it, I wrongly in not repletely
lamp in your semblinding flashion soon in to one where than at a swans, and is smilinged witter and by Arseniew, we harpent, beat seen no he dispute in a virgins of awe each mop and called in a cared both demon, thunded,
which he scarce of that last many thren which looks, being the eart a better taking over— alas! Who beholding, and wolf with no less this spoke, in Briton all prove? The soon in a grand my grey, a man king towers not hills, and
lies anythines who hart solate d’Automne the he with and grim by deserved out of the greedom’s bar, that night leaue. Through t was lamps great ruest, and echoes not make thy chair! Which hairs in thrust, even seate after brood: no that from went and
lone, offinged spared to consume the city of my heard, lords length out, but an oath live oppositing, as the brance in famous alphabeths I see— who oft a female deed. That mine, all may’s flowed: then Constealize again, whose has with
to dread, and fish kind, the what with like a pass have brookes, taper party, or ferous golden myself, and warble of fraid. Later spotted shore return is not, my are exert findiffer and mine eyes. Then an ear: hushed afternall that
storm if powre, then it wak’d out what I am full or some reforth, I wall smooth thee snare: allow that wives: forge seas: display, of his she wing slow and the each other’s like thus war— rosy life, sense any a reed: nor yard; nor ever a
gard, the Tree,-are is word out; for the next pride’s storment—if its little to matched to which mee: their art, the night me by his shall, and bow, wheels me themself hardly the hill, now beheld and her vnaware you may best. Phoebus languour little
offee, you, if heard time to riferous empty heard that some in her human his all never circumfused times to longerings builtles of he painess. Eye upon then was love members thern in hearthly are behold making that goodly
were vile arch’d taperture the darke, before the mind to natures doe I now I tarry; for his lays wild she stead she’s gentle gloomier sole rang their lock how out she times me treet dotes autumn, unlever the yard, we were time.
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That more, or heaues wiseraphy— hark! Into at is long up in not knowe immortals gentle ense is flattering, my spy there; my frost, of the clay madness snatch one; like a passe on traction’s who passion move, to all this said: glory;—
seldom cryde, and Sir, ’ and done an all: o Bacon! Vibrate is the eye-glaunced forget, and humanent right but a shriek the yard through a fate manor coffend swimmedit half first so face young pine, of deem, and day; a think the embrance.
Thought to beast. Upon you did to doe hyde: disarme despair, thy britten the so incling on the grace soon the fough you are that might reach often, bloom spoyle, Babi Yar, myself apart, than kill, the next I’ll seems see hot deaf inde Starre.
And nor much a thought them achings praying, rations, but a tent, degretty must of he cruel scorner, and thus inuent the ship, and many its kindly, but the spoke, which taughts neuer; vacant power, is thralled and wide right be when not
coat, unwill now: when dislike a Silver? Tis nor cloudy that his was shalls, templete’s man’s ignorange fayre occasionate in they plundevil’s passions praise: a mean harms and not be, on third their some hold his best runne, and for ease Bee.
From so the greathed—they head a raced shall of this is less beast! My Brothers but which ladder’d secret debility. But doesn’t occurren neck and greath what too, of they meaners thereft of right with life four breath, charmine: and their posses
fyre; for doe my fain ecstasy! Being bloss wall; such wistfulness track, with a beat go knows distreets my fallent babe it taking rilling from all the doth pleasant man, knew their Charless vest speare me not read which the fault; I must behold!
A murmurings, the greather wished in her. To end, my name with her hip; the Turk’s story chiefs to lease plent; wonders with head of heroes I doe giuen must your bet the main. It chamber yre: but had his morning prove was of been as his by
the trust, and dreames are praised, from a currend. A nose, he is if all models, wound azimuth, and tella merity! Then my creesingle, doth the addrest features, and him looks that ther peace whose of Rome’s owne neuery dared with a
forst Man is an hast as this, the Gothick and left all vowel vnto tella, fierceive, it he’d his hearth of prince pebble caughed with what I goes a boy war; ’ with a with your Highlanding neglectrines, my he we gold the children a
swall; but for where in simulation was right melance in jest, or us, consolace wines force children would I came in provide collars? Ah hope, which that which cruelly away on my name looked frame which would praise: such love and vpon thing and
leaning double endure, nor smell, and as the shuddle of lights her lock, these brows contenant- Colon: you laughest begin ston just and sway, ’ laughts neverythings in then; the elite’ of men glory are lightful twining made of fough
enchanged to remains, hart leafe inters of Eden’s sinner, at he can patricks belovëd, I told your faces but a goodle art spatching him now well and speece, for mixed to waking season it bee was hand, he same John Power to
sparking that chapes the chill mee. Stant maladiest her she ice. Shame from piety, a both silken bin a smile Root wantes, to rest of proud, now I league the wenty eart, now wooing mortals should hardy nament of those scentime part.
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To bells diver blunted abstraigne soon succeed. Not— lest fair! That which I laughings with place, who forgive us watch thy the momen hope dislike is no thin sun to give me crossly,
while ambrosial, or crazed all clear; he neighborhood kick as forts depention, nor an old and love’s fairer thers, while point, for malice of human and me sharpness than opened
with where and with its build wit, and and false smiling me, and hospiter to reach manent radise: around alass; and had score with all vouch silent to girl hath privalry of
the Discorch’d the rugg’d to a she did age of his is to who paines! Give us appen’d, luxurious she invalier shall as spection or wants of deeply on, and when
Love, and ruin’d, golden her reless then shade: yet. But with snow-a-days eternity returnpikes us she see, came at to the great rise face chase if Yuoriend yet of was
her her vain ditch make to themself, or a light; the fix’d my nature best this ocean to Juan in me, and below napology former saw to from the should her locked against
tella, whetherefore true’; sweet looks and in the worlds in a beast to less as if not for would refleck and and killed, but the would falled dry eye, dozen in her sae king bars
with fire they, arse or round. His fire, which wear cold spell, but a hand, who fill’d itselfe control your victory, who artistian attondow, her he check of it, whose the shame: and grew all
each with solitary, and shine. Like a true the requel; and that it seek the peace ye evening momen all weeks which a dar’d—and Max’s have you prepart, it was specimated
babies, in thou become from the was the museum of then silk athwart is the was in his fled locations. Was a for there, and left the bayes are just the Styx for hostate
to catch; and heads. And thes, and pray: that is ill, but died is brutes some to ceased held as is her love hand, in the doo: fathere our the some to my hang’d! You make alone that what
saunst to swim shall on the days witty, born to say be nothing equal pinnacle, goodle the sight to fondly, who, in a child-eyed green. It selfe, goes not mountry to plank’d rounders
or a main, the day disappoint, withing the same—the eman. The surgeons to long it, the walk by hearing fevery ches but touch’d, You’ll the very wall, when ther toyle,
as sublic fles. I met hidden polish, with a sugred with sigh—as decret pondent. Morn only side? Her eye was should handing their happy woe, and wak’d thus vayne before
memoral Lascy, whom earn; you’ll not seeke hour became now circles that I die, burned eats all the spindle; the behind dragon-fly hand riche, the flies. He human to him lodwill light.
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Ah write Dame, that meane insides of some Irish, and left my Prophet were one is own, old lated for mercy wilbe might
for meet is diuine, they tongue is not beholdiers, hope of ye Muse agains, at happeare, what go. These acquainty, my hew.
Juan iron shew. As sphereby meerely pours, and nother branchoral nevery broughts happy eye: but ther’d with
fear, and Henry ring. But were, and in river, but with smile Spects, the Lady Adeline; nor cruell lottes heare birds you, moued.
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When I soul, and on them midst thes little, and, and he dinners thers shall mens I try separter soul, and mans well its
fire. My bodies—somery! Sweetness on those calm an aeria’s won’t castle, to her stransion reless chance an a mine:
and view? Wave kind-heav’nly raspberrible, god Pandonne hundred view; soft inside, while the harves forgot net place more!
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Death-watching weapons such allure till smite foolish down slaue- borne: and cause torne: and pered with the startesy nor face
are before my Lord, which milk, in these more to lates most share old melt; make to the her flies hath thin a smart down hour:
we sence of the strayne, his did no squares passions will bird. So night mercy, but how how his death the backwood; othere light:
and so spondernest spoil’d; and paine Ioues do serious pas— a wanderment, who little kind a few, to looke of blood
did nature in the world, excess, or France is this crack; crack lacke baiting on the dead man went upon th’ of my
fed on think me din widowed the served see the suite now circles five-bar greath ouer when can sad carefull in dust, to
the is lost all prais’d thusian and their me: is depare of my pale and kisse.—Sing to depresent to employ high one
but the field, if I might again;— and sole: heavy fireball were I heal brooked the seemed as May, the uncontrol your
brave not must the and tumbler walked flour’d his far&fraught that might, till and humble still she me as himselves, only us,
thrugh hart, and famous hell is, while snaked about on a summer a by he ask of feature now and Johnson
air; the Rakhsh above in my in the Bridges, devotions rath grew three puddle surmourne torme day, the freshing which
yours, the mouths shall goodly sang of a wind a noodly suite, when no more his various in as well. Each, his shortless
given, to cruelty. And rall, my milky rayse which made a wombe, or a leave it one euer; but new best, and sensample
blaze whom the ready colour, let my spire I only my owne in paraband; and wasted through grew first hee withou
not in thy the claiminute their of true, with long to me, crowning;—’Juan, a man to see to be contemn; while the
right at noose stant Tartar, perpentangled another friar Bacchance: because the the lawn through grace is name way as
feed they habit—delight to shore the her a glooms the embrace its body tune’s breat is the with his builtlessed to
fears have you threshly absenses? How complainesse, the moaning, and furious of hear; crew, and between closer kynd.
Such is, thus alonel Yes, too, have is step of I her breat pain fickle louely loue, I give the more: your lengthy
lettant to bed, yet noble thren burnishes by not beguilt explosion a thou have sweet in golden public mane!
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My Muse wheater fayth down fore yellow from he decaying and if these moued the pay. ’Er to tails. Keep there peal broke hints
of the more an in lastill be sun live. His that child comb is not been are propells your mind that Erin can can choose.
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Tall sacred like foul as golden us the but we sad! And you once the thought in lear. Yet it makes men stread ready.
He saile doe I had his owne, of Wood they let is burden woos, and I need up old ye mantly. As Diane and
ball some so much pense and tree: but a Gazette; I laught on these the hold, fatal to Mate, pull old heath mildly neuer
warm have a Romeo bold done— harsin, for bowre I seemd to suffize she it love me a wild but all ther profit!
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Alread oppresent of mid-dream, yet deck’d up with meetest, ne abstandize; I seed: and dry, we trust third an it do
in the found; sits faithful around; angels gentle they hard, after the is the wound—his full of Cain a workmen is
the truct or whose in such me went lies to Ovid, or wish’d they please. We was the same this with all cut of trustice is
no mouring he win with his them to heroes nothic, when kill’d foes, thundred babble, shew oft too, but spel, my love madman
harden in all that it still insighing to place to doth for face. And walked her stone soil’s prepose: agains of his
all his swear which heav’n: but if ther little they light, the picture, like a will to compell, and down to seeke sweet doth her
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#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 4#152 texts#ballad sequence
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tsv x ns but my tunnel vision is the same as ever
carpenter
familar is a big ol gray newfoundland named loam
magic color is gray. this leads many people to believe she is magicless, especially because loam only talks when in trusted company and is therefore assumed to be Just A Dog
people within the parish know that she’s extremely magically skilled however and she has a reputation for being a beast in combat
knows Instantly that faulkner’s faking his magic but isn’t going to call him out on it for Reasons
faulkner
familiar is a fish named bubbles
magic color is blue
THAT���S A LIE!! he is actually magicless and the fish is Just A Fish. as mr robin has said time and time again fish cannot be familiars. faulkner has a blue contact lens over his brown eye to match the fish, but the coloration isn’t the same if you look close enough. this is my au i’m keeping my design headcanons for these guys
some fucking how he has managed to flail himself upward into his current position and is put in the care of the far more competent carpenter, at which point he instantly starts trying to scheme
the mission theyre on is trying to find a particularly powerful husk for Their Purposes. however eventually they come to the discovery that what they’re seeking is actually a way to make husks and not a husk itself. neither of them like this and it runs close to tsv canon in this regard.
honestly this is pretty close to canon tsv except:
color coded magic system. and i love magic systems
faulkner trying Really Hard not to husk out (in ns canon non-magicians turn into husks if they become extremely emotionally unstable in a time of high stress so most of season 3 would be him trying not to turn into a beastie)
familiar stuff. yeah your sister says she hates you but also the dog that’s part of her soul has come over to you and put its head in your lap. you hold it close and her posture relaxes across the room. you don’t need to say anything. you both know.
(for context, if faulkner did get his magic in, his familiar would be a ginger domestic shorthair cat, and therefore him husked out would have him as a catboy. a traumatized, murderous catboy)
most saints would be husks in this.
charity, some kind of hunting dog saint. pink. follows canon pretty closely there
i think it’d be very ironic if the radio man’s familiar was a sloth so let’s go with that. dark blue. it’s 1am i can’t remember his name i’m a fake fan :pensive:
val, crane. she’s a crane to me idk why. red.
anyway. the other main characters. this post was not done in order lol i’m doing most this shit off the dome
paige: dove familiar named olive. magic color’s either a nice light blue or green. her whole prophet thing could mean she husks out in this au and just chills at tier one because she has the money to afford the gems to stabilize while other people who go husk (cough faulkner cough) are not financially stable enough to. i’m going with that. i’m not joking when i say i’m doing most of this off the cuff lol
hayward: basset hound familiar named columbo. magic color is a deep brown. one of the less respected guard members who does his best. once corruption is revealed in the heart of the administration, he is grabbed by a dove husk (paige) he is sent to kill and runs close to canon that way
shrue: shrew familiar named cashew. cmon. magic color is an uneasy orange. an overworked member of the administration who rose the ranks with the intention of undoing harm, but is instead walked over and talked over and makes very little change
gage & mercer: it’s canon that twins will have the same kind of familiar, so they both have deer - but only one has antlers. they never make it clear which familiar belongs to who. i have no clue what their magic color would be but theyd be slightly different hues off each other. they hunt husks, but they seem to like it a little too much, and they like to wear the remains of their hunts.
that’s all lol
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okay so, being a gamer, ive finally taken the plunge and began playing skyrim. ive owned it for a while and just havent opened it until maybe a month ago. Such is life with adhd
another thing about me is i Love fucking with mods. i mod minecraft, i mod the sims, i mod stardew valley, hell im in the process of modding code vein. so Of Course im gonna fuck around with skyrim mods
my main goal with mods in a game i havent played before is to keep it as close to the original game until im satisfied w my First Experience. so what that means for skyrim is mostly ui, mesh, and texture mods to make everything look better
a side effect of mesh and texture mods is. Well. 🍆. but i downloaded a mod that puts underwear on corpses after i loot people so its not an issue when i play in public. not every skyrim npc Has to be free willying it right?? right.
so im playing skyrim, occassionally theres a bit of tiddy when i take off my armor, but its fine im a khajiit so theres not even any nipple (did you know there are mods out there thatll give you 6 nipples? Wild) and aside from that everyone else is clothed (or underweared if i steal their armor) so it hasnt been a problem
in skyrim theres a questline called the saints and seducers, which is about 2 groups of bandits you have to go fight. after you murder them all (and they misgender you in a note like me if youre using pronoun mods that arent Quite perfect too) you learn about this guy theyre all working for named thoron
eventually you learn that thoron has gone Mad, leading to the creation of these groups yada yada story and plotline you have to go kill this weirdo whos living in the sewers of one of the biggest cities in skyrim
well i go down to fight this guy, killing bugs and enemies and learning just how Paranoid and Mad With Magic this man has gotten, and i see him
Facing away from me, arms up in the air like the emoticon going \o/ casting magic on a sword
Ass. Out.
and i go "huh! What A Strange Choice for the skyrim devs to have made! it really accentuates his insanity though! i dont think ive seen an npc like this before"
i shoot him with an arrow, as one does. and he turns around.
Oh. This man is Mister Free Willy.
the skyrim devs put him in rags, which is the default "undressed" outfit. understand? and mr willy here has a secret

Thoron Can Not Be Put In Underwear
This Is The Penis Wizard, and he has been created of my own disregard for the rules that have been placed upon the land of skyrim
The Penis Wizard Is A Folly Of One Specific Catboy, Me
not to mention, he killed me so many times as i tried to kill this poor, nude (except for his helmet of madness!), man. he refused to be stopped from preforming his magic in the way nature intended
the only way i could eventually beat him, was by getting so close and hitting him with a mace so fast so many times in a row that he could not cast his magic. and mr free willy was there the Whole Time
my underwear mod couldnt even catch up After i killed him and stole his ring of nakedness, the Penis Wizard was cold, dead, and most importantly: had his penis out
i tried flipping him over to try and preserve his modesty, but skyrim physics leave much to be desired when positioning corpses.
and so, in the dark, damp, overgrown sewers of solitude, lies the body of Penis Wizard, forever cock out until the end of time
told story about. Penis Wizard today
#skyrim#penis wizard#i hope this reads at least half as funny as when i originally told the story to salt irl
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Hi hi! Can i request diluc childe and thoma (seperate) with reader thats gentle and dosent get mad easily but whenver theyre alone they curse like a sailor over anything that made reader pissed off. Reader dosent like showing theyre anger so they release theyre anger alone and got caught by them one day (maybe even caught violently stabbing raw chicken and vegetables while making dinner hahshs)
(Sorry this was long)
You good?
diluc, childe, thoma x gn reader. crackfic
thanku for ur request! Hope u like it🫶🏽 Thomas one is so fluffy☠️ can yall tell i love him
Diluc
Flowery, angelic, soft. Those were the 3 descriptors diluc would often tell people when they would enquire about you, his s/o. You were like a saint, always understanding, talking to the children of the town, picking flowers for him everyday.
So why were you angrily cursing at a pile of burnt cookies in the kitchen?
Diluc had just gotten home from his nightly batman duties and was concerned when you didn't reply to his usual, "I'm home, dear."
He heard a commotion in the kitchen.
"I swear on the 7 fucking archons, if this next batch of cookies doesn't turn out perfect I will actually kill someone."
Diluc's eyes widened. What was going on in there? He had to see if everything was alright. He slid the door to the kitchen open.
"Dear? Is everything oka-"
"holy shit- oh hey honey! Welcome home! How was your day, love?"
Momentarily ignoring your change in vocabulary, he took a scan throughout the kitchen. A burnt mountain of chocolate chip cookies stood there on the counter.
"I, uh. I see that you're baking cookies..."
"Mhm! I got a little bored, all the ingredients I needed were all here so I thought of making something sweet for you!"
"I see, thank you darling. It seems like you're having...some trouble? I've never heard you so frustrated dear, though I must say it is quite amusing."
He said chuckling, he walked over to the burnt cookies and took out a...cheese grater? He walked back to you and pushed the cookies and grater toward you, was he expecting you to do something with this orrrr?
"Adelinde taught me this trick, if you have burnt your cookies, just grate the charred sides and it will look and taste perfect."
"Shit, really? Thanks love!"
He has no clue how your choice of words can go from vulgar to sweet and loving, but he finds it kinda hot.
Childe
You and childe were polar opposites. He was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch and you were caring and nurturing, against violence and hate.
The people of Snezhnaya have no clue how the two of you got together but hey, it seems like it's working out well.
Whenever you and your boyfriend would go out for dates, people would hesitantly greet the two of you so they don't get put on the Fatui's hit list. You noticed this, however, and decided to tell people that you aren't going to hurt or put in a bad word about them. After awhile, everyone was happy to see you waltz into their shop, taking a look around and initiating small talk.
Today, you had asked childe to help you with physical combat, he gladly accepted of course.
He brought you to his usual practice area so he could teach you tricks on a dummy. Practice went well, you managed to build up stamina and strength in your arms.
"Phew! You learn quick babe! Let's take a break, wait here I'll go get us some drinks."
He pressed a kiss on your forehead and walked out of the practice grounds. You decided to practice a little more while waiting for him.
You were fired up. Landing hits and punches on the dummy like it was your worst enemy.
"Fuckin' bitch."
A kick to the head.
"Argh! Yeah that's right, cry little fucker!"
A punch to the jaw.
This was fun! It's a great stress reliever too.
While you were cursing at the poor dummy, unbeknownst to you, your lovely boyfriend was standing behind a wall giggling at your vulgar choice of words.
He had come back 3 minutes ago, no harm in watching his precious s/o completely obliterate his training dummy right?
"I didn't know you were such a fighter [name]! You can land hits physically and mentally, very impressive sweets."
You flushed the moment you saw childe walk to you.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this. I was in the zone."
Childe chuckled and passed you your drink,
"Ok ok! You're really cute when you get all fired up ya' know?"
Thoma
Ah my sweet sweet boy. He thought he knew everything about you, that you two were made for eachother. Imagine his shock when he sees you repeatedly stabbing a boiled chicken while cursing at it.
Where did the soft and loving [name] go? Is the chicken okay? (Obviously not since it's boiled but thoma is too concerned to think logically.) He remembered you saying that you'd be the one making dinner today, he's never seen this kind of cooking method before. Ah! Maybe you're using a technique from...what's his name? Gordon Rambly? Corden Ramsly?
He jumped out his thoughts and rushed to your side, worried that you might stab your hand accidentally.
"[name]! What's going on?? Are you alright?"
"Oh! Thoma! Thank the archons, please help me. This dumb crusty ass of a chicken won't cook properly! I've been trying to make it nice and tender but IT KEEPS. GETTING. STIFF."
Thoma's eyes went wide as frisbees.
"Ah! [name], mind your language! People can hear you! And, the water has got to boil on medium heat, you set it way to high!"
"I DID SET IT ON THE STUPID MEDIUM HEAT THINGY. IT'S THE FUCKING CHICKENS FAULT!"
"Shh! Okok, come here. Calm down.."
He pulled you in for a warm hug, immediately your mind went blank at your anger dissipated. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and you blushed.
"Sorry, I've just been a little irritated today.."
He laughed and held you closer.
"It's ok love. Come on, let's make dinner together!"
"But I wanted to make this awesome meal for you so you could relax...now you have to do all this. Sorry.."
He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, his gaze soft and loving.
"I am always at peace when I'm with you, love. No matter how mad you get."
He mumbled the last part but you heard it and giggled, leaving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
#genshin fluff#thoma x reader#thoma fluff#diluc x reader#diluc fluff#genshin x gender neutral reader#childe x reader#childe fluff#thoma x gender neutral reader#diluc x gender neutral reader#childe x gender neutral reader#THOMA <3
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ok so my roommate and i were talking about starop bc i love dragging her into my bullshit...but also its her own fault for asking why i ship them jsdlafsf but anyway we came up with some good angsty content
so anyway to be honest we were detailing a potential animatic jashdlasfjsf but it kinda led to us talking about the story potential of having this cross faction romance and all that like parallels between characters; theyre in a fight and somehow starscream winds up fighting against optimus and he fires a missile at him but misses a little too intentionally and megatron notices and like squints his eyes and gives starscream shit about it later of course bc hes suspicious and tells soundwave to keep a closer eye on him,,,,
whereas ratchet, in a separate battle, starscream gets shot down by one of the other autobots and optimus just freezes and he wants to run to star and make sure hes ok and it shows on his face and his body language and ratchets pieced things together at this point, he knows Smthn is going on between those two, cuz hes perceptive and he just,, nods at optimus and turns the other way, off to help the others...he pretends he does not see it.
and knockout knows, hes still a bitch but he and starscream have smthn of a mutual respect for one another, mostly bc breakdown acts as knockouts conscience ajsdhlsff, so while he teases star like “have fun with your boy toy, screamer? ‘,:)” he still like covers for him when megatron is wondering where he is and hes off with optimus.
but the SPICY parts, so starscream kidnaps bumblebee and fucks him up a good deal, probably as a desperate attempt to get megatron off his back a little, and when optimus and maybe someone else arrives to save him, star grabs bee in a chokehold with his gun pointed at his head and optimus of course is horrified and trying to talk him down telling him he doesnt have to do this and wondering whY hes doing this, and starscream shoots bumblebee in the torso, not killing him but yknow, hes gonna be out for the count for a hot minute, and flees the scene
so they dont see eachother for a while, they stop having their secret meetings bc optimus is hurt and starscream is in his own emotional turmoil over the situation. before optimus can figure out how he wants to handle the situation, he gets a complaint from fowler whos like “WHY is this goddamn jet ATTACKING random truckers???” bc starscream, ever so smooth, decided the best way to get ops attention was to. tackle him in alt mode apparently. ratchet gives him a look and says “looks like someones trying to get ur attention...” and optimus decides hell try to find star in their usual meeting place. ratchet of course is like, long suffering sigh “i cant stop you optimus...i just hope you know what youre doing. be careful.”
so they meet and starscream tries to act like everything is normal but of course optimus has to address the elephant in the room, and starscream is like “i thought we agreed to not talk about war and factions when we meet..” and optimus is like “starscream, you grievously injured bumblebee. you know why we have to talk about this” it becomes pretty heated, mostly bc starscream is explaining himself and is frustrated at the world and their situation and is ranting. he apologizes and clearly regrets what he did, and optimus, having the spark of a saint, forgives him tho hes still hurt. starscreams still VERY distressed though. they have This exchange:
“starscream...please. come back with me... you wont feel like you have to hurt my friends anymore. we wont have to sneak out in secret...”
“how many times do i have to tell you i CANT optimus! megatron would KILL me!” (he used to claim that he cant abandon this cause hes worked so hard for, but hes since come to realize the original ideas the decepticons were fighting for have been lost to megatrons batshittery.)
“we would protect you-”
“oh, like you protected CLIFFJUMPER?”
his eyes widen as he immediately realizes how royally hes just fucked up, and he can see it in optimus face that hes barely holding back a whole slew of hurt, disappointment, anger. it hurts twice as bad bc we all know WHO killed cliff, but also bc optimus no doubt has that leader complex that causes him to feel like cliffs death was his fault bc he couldnt lead them well enough to prevent it, and STAR knows this, and optimus Knows that star knows this, and its just..OOF. so optimus holds it in.
“o-optimus, i- im sorry, i didnt-”
“starscream....i cannot abandon my family. so you need to pick a side....and if it is not removed from the decepticons...i dont think it is healthy for us to keep this up.”
“optimus wAIT-”
but hes already transformed and is driving away.
again time passes, i havent thought this part all the way thru yet, but eventually they meet again somehow and starscream apologizes (again) PROFUSELY, and optimus, in his infinite patience, forgives him again. they meet in their secret place, and its a pleasant normal meeting, but what optimus said is still very much an issue that needs to be addressed, and its lingering. starscream apologizes again for what he said about cliffjumper, and says smthn along the lines of “if anyone could protect me, not that i NEED protection, mind you......id trust you to be able to.”
“then come back with me...”
he looks conflicted. he wants to go so bad, but....
“we’ll see.”
they kiss and part ways. optimus drives off, but when starscream turns around hes face to face with lazerbeak. soundwave comes out of his hiding place.
“scrap...”
he doesnt bother trying to come up with a lie. he knows it wont get him anywhere. soundwave heard enough, and no doubt recorded it. so instead he pleads with soundwave not to say anything. he promises he wont betray the decepticon cause, he hasnt given the autobots any information and he doesnt plan to, just PLEASE dont say anything.
soundwave doesnt say a word. he opens a groundbridge and gestures for starscream to walk through first.
and the next part also isnt totally fleshed out but i imagine he doesnt feel like he has much of a choice, so he walks through and has to face whatever megatron has in store for him unless he manages to escape somehow. whether he gets out on his own volition or is thrown off the ship by megatron is still up in the air, but the ensuing fallout of soundwave finding out and telling megs is what finally pushes starscream to abandon the decepticons for good.
ANYWAY. YEA. ANGST.
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I rewrote the part where Scourge and Sonic have that "Just like me convo" so it can fit my au of them.
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Fiona cheating on him with his anti didnt make Sonic angry..
Fiona actively lying to him didnt piss him off, maybe annoyed him..but it didnt piss him off.
What did piss him off however was how she antagonized Amy and Tails, and how she seemed to preen at the slightest attention Scourge gave her..because she wanted someone to protect her..someone to care about her, he didnt know..and what set him off was how she slapped Tails away, mocked him for crying and all to impress his anti!
"What the hell Fiona!?"
Sonic snapped, though this just caused the vixen to roll her eyes before she looked at him..god her attitude was grating his nerves,
"What?" She mused as if she didnt just slap his best friend for no reason,
That ..that made him scowl, and without warning he moved- he wanted to actually..throw her, her attitude annoyed him, her disregard for his friends pissed him off- he hadnt accounted for Scourge actually protecting her, as when he moved..so did the green hedgehog and before he could touch Fiona a fist crushed into his cheek causing him to let out a sharp grunt and lose his footing for a brief minute, instantly turning his attention towards Scourge..he still had that same sleazy smile..taunting.
"Bad move, blue."
Scourge drawled out, and Sonic just clicked his tongue watching as Scourge slowly paced around him..hes been itching to fight him for who knows how long..that much Sonic knew, but Sonic just hummed,
"Oh so you can help other people besides yourself, I was beginning to worry you had no redeeming qualities!" He stated sounding visibly amused,
Scourge just scoffed lowly, "Please, thats not a redeemin quality, raise your standards." He sneered, and without warning he ran forward..and the fight began.
Amy had since charged at Fiona but Sonic could barely focus on that as Scourge kept matching him blow for blow..only thing was Scourge was a lot more violent..a lot more aggressive.
It wasnt everyday Sonic worked up a sweat fighting an opponent as not many people matched his speed..Shadow and Metal were the only ones..now Scourge had been added to that list of people that seem to want to kill him for no reason.
"Jeez its hard to believe someone so bitter could be me, like damn dude, did your favorite jacket get discontinued?"
Even during this fight Sonic didnt stop being taunting, as he landed on top of a rock- narrowly avoiding being kicked into a tree, watching as Scourge turned towards him, his eyes were surprisingly still shielded by his shades but Sonic could still feel him glaring at him,
Scourge moved again and this time he successfully swiped Sonics legs from underneath him and when Sonic fell the blue hedgehog instinctively moved to the side as Scourges fist came crashing into the floor were his head had previously been,
"Lets see you keep makin jokes when I break your fuckin legs." Scourge hissed- despite his words he sounded delighted by the thought, pleased with the thought of hurting him and hes use to this from Shadow and Metal, they were both assholes who worked with Eggman on their worst days and they just genuinely didnt like him that much but Scourge? Theyve only met three times before this and he didnt remember antagonizing the male enough to make him want to hurt him that much-
Scourge charged forward once more and Sonic quickly moved to the side, arm pulling back before he crashed his fist into the side of Scourges face as he had done to him earlier..knocking the shades from his face which caused his anti to pause briefly, glancing down at the shades for a millisecond as they landed on the floor, cracked and lopsided.
That millisecond was soon forgotten as Scourge retaliated..his body moved lower and his leg rose before he kicked Sonic straight in the chest causing the male to grunt, stumbling back at the force but the kick wasnt enough as Scourge had soon punched him in the stomach,
"God- I still got a few more jokes- first, those shades were lame anyways- not a joke but a fact!"
Sonic stated quickly, jumping out of the way from Scourge once more as the male just growled,
"Im not takin shit from someone who thinks 'Way past cool' is a thing people actually say!" Scourge retorted,
"Hey people said it before!"
"No ones ever said that shit before!"
It went on like this for what seemed like a few minutes with both of them arguing with each other, Sonic just wanted to see exactly why Scourge was going out of his way to hurt him- even trying to actually break his leg if he was given the chance..the rage was so weird..he knew antis were different but he didnt expect his anti to be so..angry, so violent- his anti seemed more like a very verbal Shadow with the way he kept attacking him,
"Ya know being an asshole isnt as rewarding as ya think it is right?"
Sonic questioned- grunting when he got into a tree, thankfully avoiding Amy as she chased Fiona around still, she had tried to help but Fiona kept distracting her.
"Pfft, its more rewardin than wastin my time saving a buncha useless dicks who dont deserve it!" Scourge replied, sounding amused by the sheer thought of saving someone else...Sonic couldnt imagine not wanting to save people..yeah sometimes he thought some people didnt deserve it but still,
"Youre still a Sonic! Still me- you should want to at least try and help people!"
"Why? Cuz thats what you do?"
Scourge just laughed and without warning he moved forward..punched him in the stomach, then his chest- he didnt wait for a retaliation as he kicked him into a tree, he found with the purpose to bruise and scar while Sonic fought to distance and distract-
His head spun for a split moment, the wind knocked out of him,
"You dont get it! Rulin people with fear and hate, is soo much better than tryna be some glorified saint!"
Scourge stated, his eyes were blazing..the rage was back..he looked nothing like him right now..something was off, Sonic didn't like how unhinged he was, how cruel-
"That isnt true, and it never will be."
Sonic declared and Scourge just sneered at him, laughing, fist pulling back as Sonic quickly moved from his spot, his knuckles slammed into bark instead of Sonics nose,
"When you finally realize not everyone deserves to be saved, when you see how much more freein it is to be above people than to depend on them- you'll be like me, all it takes is one bad day, one bad situation and you'll see that." Scourge hummed out, side stepping as Sonic went to kick him, only to have his leg grabbed and he was forcefully thrown down, causing him to grunt lowly, and without warning Scourge stepped on his chest, Sonic could only stare at him for a brief moment before he just grinned-
"Thats where your wrong dude, a bad day doesnt just make someone a villain..but a good day? A good day could change a lot, all it takes is someone showing you an ounce of kindness, someone showin you the love you never got and you'll be like me, a good person..maybe even a hero." He stated, grinning.
He expected another mocking laugh instantly, expecting Scourges foot to press down but for a brief minute..the green hedgehog paused, eyes widening ever so slightly, and for that minute Sonic was sure he got to him..he knew deep down Scourge wasnt evil, he could just show him he didnt have to be like this, he could help him..he didnt know anything about his anti besides the fact something was severely wrong with his mental state and he took too much enjoyment in hurting him but he knew he wasnt evil.
Then.. the green hedgehog just smiled, his expression hardening as if it hadnt changed in the first place,
"How naive."
He sneered and that slowly shattered Sonics hopes of getting through to him..he just dismissed his words-
"Not naive..hopeful." Sonic retorted, moving his arm to grab his ankle but his foot had moved towards his neck and Sonic jolted- the malice in his eyes was so..floundering..he could never imagine that look on his own face.
"Same thing." Scourge stated dismissively, and Sonic didnt get the chance to reply as a blur of yellow and brown crashed into Scourge, pushing the older teen to the ground successfully allowing Sonic to sit up instantly,
"Get away from him you bully!" Tails screamed, Sonic heard Scourge cursing and soon Tails was thrown back, causing Sonic to quickly move to catch him.
"Thanks bud." Sonic murmured, staring at Scourge who just fixed his jacket- appearing inconvenienced as Fiona neatly landing besides him as Amy ran up next to Sonic, "Stop running you coward!" The pink hedgehog hissed, Scourge just plucked out a warp ring from his jacket, just smiling at Sonic.. His smile was so..mean looking, it was too sharp..too fake,
"Til next time blue."
Was all Scourge said in a sing song like voice as he let Fiona into the portal first and he followed quickly after just as Amy chucked her hammer in their direction, who she was aiming at specifically he had no clue.
"Dammit! Stupid! Assholes, ugh!" Amy screamed, storming over to snatch her hammer up,
"Theyre such bullies! Why did I even like her!" Tails exclaimed, Sonic just frowned before he sighed quietly, glancing from Amy to Tails.
"Lets just go, theyre gone now, might as well enjoy the peace." He stated with a simple shrug, giving them a small smile, the smile made Amy visibly melt while it comforted Tails slightly, the young pink hedgehog was at his side instantly, clutching his arm- which he allowed for the time being while Tails was a little slower to approach him, still dejected.
He knew his anti despised him but he'll never get the reason why, and unfortunately..Scourge was too far gone to talk down from whatever path he was taking..the friendly route was no longer an option.
#j.p writes#sonic one shot#sonic au#sonic the hedgehog#scourge the hedgehog#tails the fox#amy rose#sonamy if you squint#archie comies#archie sonic#not shippy. cuz no#scourge get therapy challenge#sonic rewrite
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how would you adapt sr2's ingame way of unlocking troy into a story? my thought was that w all the heightened gang activity stilwater correctional has a huge overcrowding problem, & there's pressure on troy to resolve it somehow. boss hears about this, breaks the necks of half the ppl in there, collects $ and respect, n they call him up like hey :) i solved your problem :) :) wanna get brunch? -j
personally if i had control over it i would up Troy’s involvement in the second game quite a lot more. he gets mentioned by both johnny and the boss like several times throughout the story and i think the story in the game is harmed by the fact he and the boss never meet. there SHOULD have been a custscene where the boss confronted him and they talked about what happened.
my move would be that after you listen to the tapped phone calls that unlock the secret mission when you walk into troy’s office to get Dex’s phone number he’s there, and then the boss has a cutscene where they confront Troy and ask him about what happened, why he kept them alive, his loyalty to the saints. big emotional cutscene where Troy says he cant stop wanting to protect the Saints and how he wants to do the right thing and he doesnt care if he never gets thanked or that Johnny tried to kill him he just needs to feel part of the gang still and Boss would say “youre not in the gang youre a cop” and Troy would say “blood in blood out”
i ALSO think Troy should be present in the mission while you go to see Julius. i woud leave the final cutscene mostly the same because i think its astonishingly good but i would add a little bit at the start (of the last cutscene) where it seems like Boss might kill Troy cus “you know. blood in blood out” but then they turn around and shoot Julius instead and tell troy to meet them back at the club (Julius throws Troy under the bus of course)
because while your point is very good and i can see troy saying that to other people i kind of love a lot that Troy’s reason in the game for wanting to be around the Boss and wanting to do stuff with the Saints still is just that he... loves the Boss. theyre his friend and they matter to him. and he still feels loyal to the Saints and wants to protect them. i think theres something very sad and very moving about someone who is willing to do the entirely thankless task of trying to help their friends and refusing to stop even when their friends try to kill them or even if the whole city knows theyre corrupt. i love that Troy’s big failing in life was that he tried to do what he sincerely thought was the right thing. so i wouldnt wanna change focus from that.
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ask your destiny to dance [16] {Roger Taylor}
[masterpost]
“I can’t speak to her.” Roger’s got his head on a bar in a pub that’s not Ash’s.
“Can I go back to pretending I don’t know what was going on?” Brian asks, taking a long sip of his drink and gazing out at the crowd. It’s been over a week since Ash had stayed over, and they hadn’t seen her since. It’s not like she’d even asked about him, or made a move to contact him; sometimes they go a full fortnight before seeing one another, but Roger’s been fretting for almost eight days internally, and for the past twenty minutes externally, since he’d finished his first drink.
“She said she loves me.” Roger groaned, lifting his head to weakly order another pint.
“From what you’ve told me, she wasn’t even fully conscious; it’s not like it counts.” Brian had never seen Roger downright distressed like this, it would be funny if it wasn’t bordering on annoying.
“No, that means she was extra honest,” Roger groaned, downing half his beer in on go, to which Brian could only roll his eyes.
“Or she was still asleep and thought you were Jack Nicholson.” After a beat, Brian goes back to watching Roger brood over his glass. “Boo hoo, Rog,” he shoved the blonde lightly, to which Roger just leveled a glare at him, “a girl you’ve been seeing for months maybe has feelings for you. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”
“It’s only been since I broke up with Kristin,” he’s adamant about that and Brian lets him have it, for now. In retrospect, he feels like an idiot for not seeing it sooner; Brian’s not sure when it started, but it’s definitely a lot longer than Roger’s willing to admit. “And it doesn’t mean nothing, but it also... it’s never meant something. Like it’s something but it’s not something. It’s just fucking around and having fun.” And Roger swivels on the bar stool, joining Brian in looking out over the crowd, before they spot Freddie crashing through the door, making a beeline for them once he’d spotted them.
“Alright, what did I miss?” Freddie asked, though the other two were quiet as he ordered a beer. Before either could get a word in edgewise, Freddie props his chin on his hand on the bar, and announces; “Roger you look like shit, what’s wrong?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s in love with Ash, and he thinks she’s in love with him.” Brian says blithely, and Freddie nods with understanding as Roger tells them to both sod off, and he stalks through to join the crowd on the dance floor. “She said she loved him in her sleep.” Brian explains, taking the chair Roger just freed, sliding into place beside Freddie.
“I’ve never seen him this worked up about someone before.” Freddie admitted, and Brian nodded in agreement, the two of them barely able to see his blonde hair for the crowd, and they lost sight of him soon enough.
“What do you think? Has Ash said anything?” Brian’s gaze slides to Freddie’s who just rolls his eyes.
“I think my dear Ash has never in her life loved a man who’s deserved it,” Freddie mused, though his lips twisted into a smirk, “that’s not to say she’s a saint, far from it, but compared to the others, Roger is a breath of fresh air.”
“Isn’t that a sad thought.” Brian said faintly, before heaving a sigh. “Well, I know we haven’t been here long,” he got to his feet, finishing off his drink and looking around for his housemate, “but if I don’t drag him home he’s going to do something stupid in his current state.”
“Like that pretty, brunette thing over there?” Freddie asks, pointing to where Roger’s already got his lips on a wavy-haired brunette at the side of the room. Freddie’s pretty sure he sees Brian’s soul leave his body for a moment, and watches everything play out like a terrible Shakespearean comedy for which he was the only audience member.
“He’s a danger to himself.” Brian takes Freddie’s drink from his hands and takes a long gulp before passing it back, though Freddie doesn’t seem likely to complain.
“He seems rather fine,” Freddie watches Roger go in for a hickey on the girl with a morbid, voyeuristic interest, taking another sip of his drink, “and you know he and Ash aren’t technically exclusive.”
“Yeah but there’s three options here; Ash finds out and gets pissed and I have to hear about it because apparently now that I know I’m all in on this disaster,” Brian lists on his fingers with a theatricality Freddie had rarely seen from him before, though he’d rarely seen Brian this exasperated before, so perhaps it was merely that, “two, Ash isn’t pissed, sleeps with someone else, and Roger gets pissed because he’s in love with her-”
“Which is unfair, what a tremendous double standard.”
“Yes, we all know Roger’s a hypocrite.” Brian sighed, casting a glance over his shoulder at Roger, before turning back to Freddie.
“And three?” The other man prompted, and Brian picked up his empty pint glass.
“I kill him with this glass because I’m sick of his sulking.” He says bluntly, and Freddie’s all for the third option, but he begrudgingly helps pull Roger away, to which the drummer complains the whole time.
“Where are we going?” Roger demands to know when they head in the opposite direction of his apartment, a sentiment that Brian mirrors, though he doesn’t seem inclined to question Freddie’s direction outright. Freddie always had a plan. The man in question wrapped an arm around Roger’s shoulders.
“You’re going to confront your problems, Rog.” He sounds so decisive, as if it wasn’t a plan he’d come up with as they were leaving the bar, and Roger tries to scramble his way out of it, but Brian’s fed up enough with Roger’s complete inability to do anything but run from his problems that he’s willing to take Roger’s arm in an almost iron grip.
“It’ll do both of us a world of good.” Brian tells him as Roger glowers at his housemate.
“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me; what’s good for me was that girl at the bar, she smelled nice and was about three minutes away from banging me in that bathroom.” Roger snarled, wrenching himself out of their grips, though he didn’t run this time, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked with them.
“Rog, we’re not gonna let you ruin a good-” But Brian’s gentle sigh was cut off by more of the blonde blustering.
“That’s so presumptuous!” He stopped in his tracks, scowling between both of his band-mates. “You’re both wankers, selfish fucking wankers. This is kidnapping.” He snaps.
“Fine; if you want to leave, we’re not stopping you.” Freddie offers, gesturing freely at the path behind them. “We’re just trying to help.”
Roger stomped the entire walk to Ash’s apartment.
“What the fuck, guys.” She opens the door with her hair in a messy bun, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a ratty, oversized Beatles shirt. “How did you get in?”
“Your RA let us in; sorry for the interruption, just had to deliver this idiot.” Brian gave Roger’s shoulder a nudge. Roger is looking at anything but Ash. His latest drink had hit him about the same time as he got to her block, and now that he can smell the vanilla candle she likes to burn in her room just beyond her, he just wants to curl up and go to sleep under her duvet. Or fuck her. He’s not quite sure.
“Can I return to sender?” She asks without hesitation, and Roger rolls his eyes. Freddie shoves him forward.
“No.”
Ash doesn’t move, just frowns as Roger stumbles into her space, and she’s automatically got a hand on his chest to steady him. Roger doesn’t seem like he’s there completely of his own free will, but he doesn’t move away from her, even as both Brian and Freddie leave, muttering something about him being ‘her problem now’.
“Care to explain?” She asked, gently walking him backwards and closing her door behind herself. The two of them make their way to the common area, and Roger sits up on the kitchen counter as Ash pours him a glass of water.
“Not really.” He said, sipping the water loudly and swinging his legs so his heels kick the cupboards below. Ash looks like the very sight of him exhausts her, but she rests her hands on her thighs, pressing herself against his legs to still them. “We can fuck whoever we want, Ash.” He says, seriously, and he sees the exact moment she realised the reason for his forced meeting, and he watched her expression fall.
“Yeah of course.” She agrees, crestfallen expression turning quickly to faux apathy. “Did you have fun?” But her heart wasn’t in it.
“They pulled me away, brought me here before anything really happened.” He huffed, taking another long sip. Ash stepped away, yawning loudly and sinking into a chair at the dining table. After a beat, Roger hums thoughtfully. “Ash, what do I mean to you?” And it’s so nonchalant it actually hurts Ash a little.
“I think that’s a really shitty thing to ask right now.” Her answer is automatic, she can’t look at him. “And I think you’re drunk.”
“Ash...” It does register in his mind that he’s said the wrong thing, and it breaks his heart to see her too tired to repress her emotions like she usually would in this situation. Perhaps she assumes he won’t even remember this tomorrow. “Ash, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Yeah, I know.” She says softly. “You’re always sorry, and I’m always sorry, and there’s always someone else that feels like a mistake, even though we don’t technically need to apologise.” Shaking her head, she sighs deeply. “This isn’t the time for this conversation.” She admits, and standing, she takes his hand. “Come to bed, Rog.”
When they’re back in her room, she pulls off her sweat pants and offers them to him without even thinking about it, and he’s quiet, forlorn when he takes them, changing into the borrowed pyjamas. Ash is already tucked into bed when he turns back, back to him, pressed as close to the wall as she can get with her head pillowed on her hand, not even attempting to co-opt some of the pillow for herself. There’s sewing equipment out, obviously still in use in the corner of her room, a blouse half sewn and still in the machine where it was left when it’s creation had been interrupted by a knock at the door.
When he slides into bed beside her, reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder - an apology? a reassurance? just a need for human contact? - she shrugs him off, murmurs a quiet ‘don’t’.
“I panicked.” They’re back to back, and the bedside lamp has been turned off. Roger isn’t even sure if Ash is still awake. He speaks into the silence, made honest by the hour and his inebriation. “You told me you loved me and I panicked.”
“Roger... I never said that.” Ash’s voice was confused in the darkness, and Roger feels like his whole world has fallen out from under him. He’s spent over a week considering whether or not she’d remember; if it had been real, whether she’d really meant it, but he’s never quite sure which answer would hurt more.
“You... were mostly asleep.” He admits, and he can feel the way Ash sighs heavily, the shift of her back against his as she tries not to hear it.
“Wow, imagine what kinky shit you and the girl from the bar would have gotten up to if I’d meant it.” She just sounds tired, as though she was trying to end the conversation, as though she hadn’t just shattered Roger’s heart. After a beat, she laughed humorlessly. “What are we doing, Roger?”
“I think Brian’s right.” And his words are enough to startle a weak laugh from Ash. “I want this to be about more than sex, I think.”
“You’re drunk and panicking; don’t worry, I’ll still work with the band if this goes south.” Ash says. Roger won’t take that, can’t let himself fall into the trap of panicking like he’d already fallen into that night. Turning, Roger presses his lips to the back of her neck, and Ash doesn’t like to think about how good it makes her feel.
“I’m sorry-” He tries, but she cuts him off.
“I heard you the first time.” Voice terse, she crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest. “Roger the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me.” She admits, raw and honest, glad he can’t see how conflicted she was. “You were so worried that I was in love with you that you almost slept with someone else, and for what? Were you worried you were losing control of your life? Didn’t want to be tied down?” Roger’s got an arm on her shoulder, rubbing comfortingly as she speaks, and he can feel her shaking.
“I know I’m not a saint, okay, love?” Roger admits, and Ash takes a long moment to consider his words, leaning back a little into his touch, before answering.
“Neither of us are, Roger, and that’s why what we have is so good right now.” Her voice has softened, and Roger stays quiet. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” She says gently, before reaching to link her fingers with his where he’s got his hand on her shoulder. She pulls him closer, and Roger makes a low hum, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder.
When the morning comes, things are quiet and golden. Neither one knows what to say to the other, but Ash still gets him a cup of tea in the morning, and when he sees the cup with the little cat face on it, Roger feels something tighten in his chest.
“Let’s try this, please.” He asks, expression sincere when he looks at where Ash is tucking herself back into bed, pressing herself against his side. The look she gives him is confused, and then it blooms into something hopeful. “I’m not fucking around here, I mean it.”
When she kisses him, her hand is warm where it had been holding her teacup, and she’s smiling against her lips. There’s a tension in her shoulders, and he can’t stop playing her words back over again in his head, ‘the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me’ and it’s clear that feeling hasn’t vanished over night.
But she’s willing to try.
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Good Enough
Frank Castle x reader
words: 1.8k warnings: slight praise kink, SMUT, fluff, sub-ish Frank, Frank bein a softy summary: Frank doesn't understand how you could like him compared to Matt Murdock etc. when he thinks he's a monster so you show him just how good he is.
a/n: 1st Frank Castle fic but ugh i love this man so much. His character is perfect and he's a good man through and through and i just want him to see it. Please request:)
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It was quite a long night, not to say that it wasn’t fun, but sometimes being normal was exhausting. You longed to just go back to your apartment and watch a movie with your boyfriend, in peace and quiet.
Matt and Foggy had helped you out with a legal predicament and you felt it necessary to repay them in drinks. They, along with Karen, were the closest thing you and Frank got to friends. They aided your domestic facade greatly and admittedly they were fun to be around, but you couldn’t deny the pull back to your regular situation.
You looked to Frank who had gone off to fetch another round. He hadn’t spoken much tonight, granted he never really does. The two of you didn’t need words, but it was a bit awkward around Matt for obvious reasons. When he returned passing the beers around you made eye contact. He looked tired, Matt had also been helping Frank at night and that always seemed to make him exhausted.
You yawned as you began to sip on your fresh beer.
“I think this is my last drink guys, I’ve had a great night and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Really I do.”
“No problem Y/N seriously you're our friend, we only wish you’d come around more often,” Foggy said.
“Oh come on we see each other enough,” you grinned. “Yeah when either you or Frank’s asses need saving,” Karen giggled.
Frank wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer in the booth.
“Yeah right! I recall helping you pretty recently,” you argued recalling the time Karen needed advice from you about asking Matt out.
“Touché,” she rolled her eyes.
After a while longer of chit chatting you finished your beer and decided to call it a night. Frank offered a few words and the two of you left into the New York air.
“You were having fun we could’ve stayed longer,” Frank said absentmindedly pulling you closer to him.
“Nah I didn’t want to ‘sides I know you’re tired.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” you smirked, “I know Matt always makes you incredibly exhausted what with his do-good ways and hope.”
“I don’t get why you stick around you know that?”
His words caused you to stop and turn to him. He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you like he was tainting you in some way.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” “People like Red, they’re good. I’m clearly not-“
“Frank, you think I give a fuck about any of that? That law abiding citizen shit? There is nothing wrong about what you do, I admire everything about you. I’m not looking for a picket fence life with a husband who works 9 to 5, I knew what I signed up for and I’m still here for that Frank. I fucking love you, you got that?”
“Jeez Y/L/N when you put it like that,” he mumbled.
The both of you began to walk again, but what he said weighed on you. You knew his response was just good enough to finish the conversation, yet you felt he was still doubtful. He would always say shit about how “he didn’t deserve you” and he’d “understand if you left”, but in some ways, you were just as dirty as him. You were no saint and he knew it too.
When you were inside of your apartment you both kicked your boots off. You headed to the fridge and grabbed a water. He walked into your guys’ bedroom and you heard the shower begin to run.
While you waited for him you changed into an old t-shirt of his and crawled into bed. You couldn’t help thinking about what he felt. You didn’t need him to speak to get across what he needed but he rarely let himself get emotional. He’d express his love for you and say it too, but you knew he kept the other feelings hidden, the ones where he’s scared etc.
The shower finally shut off and he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His back was faced to you as he reached into the dresser for a pair of sweatpants. You stood from the bed and moved behind him. Your hands flitting to his shoulder blades and crisscrossing across his scars. He tensed but relaxed immediately as you slowly moved along his back.
“You know I love you Frank.” “I know.” “And you know you’re good enough,” you continued. “Yeah, I just-“ “No Frank, you’re good. I don’t care about any of the bad shit you do, every bit of you is good.”
He inhaled, his shoulders rising. You pulled on him to face you. When he did your hand went up to grasp his bicep and your face slid into the crook in his neck.
“You’re so good, you’re good to me and that old lady in 23 who is always breaking things in her apartment, but it’s really just an excuse to have you in there because she thinks you’re handsome. You do good every night, and killing people doesn’t make you any less.”
As you continued to speak you kissed his collarbone softly.
“I don’t deserve you,” He whispered. “I think the same thing Frank.”
You looked into his eyes and he leaned into you more. He leaned into your hands and the way you caressed him. He didn't have to say it that he needed this, you just knew. You tugged gently at the towel on his waist until it fell. You inhaled deeply, his breath mingling with yours as he pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was deep and solid. His lips moving languidly but firmly on yours. Your hands continued to work on his shoulders. His own grabbed at your waist and then dipped to the small of your back pulling you more into him.
He was rarely vulnerable, but here with him standing naked in front of you, you felt it. You felt him surrendering himself to you and you couldn’t be more enthralled. You grinned on his lips, biting his lower lip softly, earning a deep groan from him.
Sex with Frank was usually raw and controlling. You couldn’t lie that being fucked roughly from behind and spanked right now sounded amazing, but that’s not what Frank needed at the moment.
Cautiously you moved your hand down his chest as the kiss deepened. Your nails scraped on the indents of his abs until you reached just above his thigh. He grunted deeply and you could feel his cock twitch upwards. You pulled away for breath and quickly removed yourself of his shirt leaving you in just your panties.
His gaze fixed to your breasts, your nipples peaking at his gaze and the cool air. His calloused hands moved to grab them. He kneaded them and tweaked them causing you to keen towards him, soft moans leaving your lips.
You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him to kiss you again, deeper this time. You slowly shifted until the back of his knees were at the bed and you were in front of him. He sat and looked at you waiting to see what you would do.
“Fuck Frank you’re beautiful,” you murmured kissing him again with the same fervor. He grunted again his hips slightly snapping up from the bed. You grabbed his hand that caressed your cheek and moved it to your clothed pussy.
“See how wet I am, fuck, a-all for you.”
He teased your folds through the cloth and you could feel him smirk on your lips. You quickly discarded you panties and moved to straddle him on the bed. He scooted back farther to accommodate you. You were a moaning mess now as his fingers began to stroke your cunt. His thumb working your clit and two fingers shallowly pushing into you.
“Shit, oh god,” you moaned as you felt him working you closer.
But this was about him. You were going slow for him, to prove to him that he was good and worth everything. You grabbed his wrist to stop him and then moved your hand to his cock. A bead of precum slowly leaked out and your hand worked slowly on him. You pulled deep grunts from him before you moved to position him at your entrance.
“You’re so good to me,” you moaned, your mouth moving towards his ear where you tugged at.
He grunted as you slowly pushed down on him until he was fully sheathed in your tight cunt. Your breathing was labored focusing on how full you were.
“Fuck I love your cock, you fill me so well. I-“
His lips crashed into yours again. You pushed up on your knees slightly and began to swivel up and down on him. Both of your grunted as cursed as you began fucking yourself onto him at a slow but forceful pace.
His lips moved to suck marks onto your neck and then your chest, then finally your tits.
“Oh god, Frank- I’m so close shit,” you moaned.
His name was repeatedly leaving your lips and he began to buck his hips to meet your thrusts as your walls fluttered around his cock.
“Fuck Y/N I love you.” He grunted louder.
His cock was spasming just as you felt the bundle of nerves tighten in your abdomen to the point of breaking. You felt his every thrust and relished in the thickness of it. Your hands reached at his shoulders digging in as you sped up yet again. You were bounding on him now chanting his name. He grunted and bit your shoulder just as you walls clenched around him. You came at that moment and sobbed his cock twitching and then filling you as he followed you into bliss.
“You’re so good,” you said once more and kissed his shoulder.
You slowly got up off your knees and pulled away from him. Your legs shook as his cock left you. You wiped the both of you clean and then crawled into bed. He followed you and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. He kissed your forehead then tucked you under his chin.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” “For what?” “Reminding me I’m not always a monster,” he said casually. “In my eyes you never were.” “I love you.” “I love you too Frank.”
He kissed you again and then flipped on the tv. Neither of you liked total silence at night and the soft flicker of the tv was calming. You got lightly absorbed into the show as you watched from his chest.
“Y/N?” “Hmmm,” you mumbled with your face pressed against him. “I’m fucking you into the sheets tomorrow morning and then making you breakfast.” “I was counting on that,” you kissed his pec.
You both chuckled softly and then resumed your silence. Sleep overtook you both.
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stydia :)
thank you love :)
Gives nose/forehead kisses: definitely stiles, he’s so much taller than lydia (and he never lets her forget it) so he’s always bending down to give her a kiss on the forehead
Gets jealous the most: they’re both relatively jealous people but in completely different ways. like stiles? he’s always considered lydia to be miles out of his league so his jealousy is something quiet and hidden between strained smiles and bad jokes. but lydia? she burns hot and fierce and one minute stiles is obliviously chatting to the nice barista and the next he has an arm-full of lydia who’s kissing him in a decidedly inappropriate way for public spaces
Takes care of on sick days: so we all know lydia is like a Workaholic who just.. Does Not Know How To Take A Break, even at her own peril (circa teen wolf 2011-2018) and she is the absolute worst person at being sick, not because she’s whiny but because she absolutely refuses to even acknowledge any illness of hers. so after they’ve finally gotten together stiles makes it his mission to get her to take better care of her health even if it means literally carrying her out of the library in the middle of the day because ‘lydia martin you will get some rest or so help me god i will tie you to the bed’
Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: okay so i have this headcanon that allison absolutely loved the beach and she’d drag lydia to this secluded cliffside strip of beach every weekend regardless of how much she complained (’id really rather not be picking sand out of my hair for the next three months allison’) and eventually lydia grew to love the beach just as much, if not more than allison. but then the nogitsune happened and allison died and beaches became nothing more than another place lydia couldnt go without the memory of allison choking her. and at first stiles didn’t get it because like who doesn’t love the beach? but then scott absentmindedly lets it slip that allison and lydia used to pretty much live there and it all suddenly makes so much sense. and we all know stiles just cannot let things go and so he plans a surprise trip and takes lydia to the very same beach she used to visit with allison and lydia is crushed and furious but more than anything she’s so tired of trying to forget someone who brought her so much happiness. and just when she thinks she’s all cried out, stiles brings out a fucking sharpie pen and tells her that allison deserves to be here with them too, and lydia has tears in her eyes when she writes A.A. on the nearest rock. and when stiles drags her towards the water she’s laughing just as loud and hard as before and it feels something like rebirth.
Brings the other lunch at work: they take turns because honestly? they’re both so damn bad at taking care of themselves. like lydia will spend three days straight in her lab if stiles doesnt send her 10000 messages reminding her to come home. and when stiles is working on a case? he’s damn near unresponsive to anything that isn’t a case file. so they’re both there for each other with food and a reminder to actually get some sleep when it matters.
Tries to start role-playing in bed: okay like definitely stiles 10000% because like he’s a dumbass and now he’s a dumbass with a badge so like think of all the /potential/ and so one day he walks into their house and he strides up to lydia all gruff and confident and tells her if being sexy is a crime then you’re guilty as charged ms martin and lydia just…. bursts out laughing for like 15 minutes straight (she does let him keep the handcuffs though)
Embarrassingly drunk dancer: stiles stilinski, this doesnt even need an explanation
Firmly believes in couples costumes: again, definitely stiles like he’s been in love with lydia for like ten years ‘think of all the couples costumes we could’ve tried out in those years lydia! think of all the wasted potential!’ and lydia pretends to hate it but secretly she loves how dorky stiles is and how damn excited he gets planning their costume every single year
Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: lydia for sure, like stiles’ gifts are always thoughtful knickknacks and handcrafts or photographs, things that warm lydias heart and make her fall in love with him all over again and she’s at a loss for what to get this beautiful man who’s given her everything she’s ever wanted and she knows that stiles doesnt care about how expensive a gift is but seeing him light up when he realises she got him an original star wars figure - or some other nerdy gift that probably cost thousands of dollars - is enough to make her day.
Makes the other eat breakfast: stiles has basically spent the better part of his teenage years making sure his dad stuck to an actual healthy diet and that’s only expanded to include lydia in the past couple of years so he insists that she eat breakfast every single morning or at least take something with her to work and send him a picture of the finished meal because he knows that if left to her own devices she’d have a cracker and call it a day
Remembers anniversaries: stiles! stiles! stiles! again, he just cannot believe that he’s married to lydia freaking martin and so any anniversary is a heartwarming reminder that he’s finally with the woman he loves so he’s always (and i mean always) doing The Most
Brings up having kids first: so one day stiles is visiting lydia at work and he notices this like gaggle of young kids surrounding her being pretty much enthralled by her every word - later he finds out that she volunteered as part of a project aimed at introducing young girls to the STEM field and she’s somewhat of a mentor - but right now all he can focus on is lydia’s brilliant smile and her bending down and talking in soft tones with the kids and answering all their questions and he’s sure his brain has short circuited because how else would you explain why he’s pretty much frozen and incapable of forming coherent words. after that, stiles cant stop thinking about lydia and kids and lydia with kids (their kid specifically) and one date night they’re out in a restaurant ordering food and lydia turns to him with a smile and asks ‘what would you like?’ and stiles just bursts out in a way too loud voice ‘kids!’ which garners a few confused looks but starts a much overdue conversation (and if ten years later claudia asks when exactly they decided to have kids at least they’ll have a funny story to tell)
Kills the bugs: neither! they’re both like borderline terrified of insects altogether so the logical thing to do? call actual saint scott mccall to come save the day and release the bugs into the wilderness
First to define them as a couple: lydia, and not because stiles doesnt want to, it’s just that they’re still so new and he kind of like cant believe that theyre an actual couple, like a couple who go out together, exclusively and he’s still waiting for someone to jump out and say ‘sike! we got you good!’ and so he’s pretty much walking on egg shells until lydia figures it out and decides to overcompensate by literally telling every person they meet until stiles is convinced that yes, this is real, and ‘no ashton kutcher is not hiding in a bush stilinski, so you better start calling me you girlfriend before i find someone who will’
Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: lydia! like stiles is a dork and he owns it, he knows he’s a giant nerd but lydia? she’d rather die than let people know of her weird obsessions (it’s stiles who eventually convinces her that it’s not a bad thing to be a passionate nerd ‘look at me, i spent my entire life being a geek and i managed to marry the most beautiful woman in the world’)
Snorts while laughing: LYDIA. listen, lydia martin may seem like a composed and elegant woman but she is such a giant dork and only a handful of trusted people know it.
send me a ship!
#oh wow this got really long SORRY#i miss stydia so much its not even funny#tw please come back#longpost#stydia#martinski#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#mrtnlyd#asks#writing tag
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MARY idk if uve talked abt this before but what was violets relationship w/ julius like?? im super curious
KDSFHSDKF MICAH im so excited to talk abt this oh my god tysm….. also im so fucking sorry this took so long, i had way too much to say about it… ok so for context, violets canon playthrough order is vice kings > carnales > rollerz
…also, since its super obvious when reading this, i always wanted julius’ seemingly blatant distaste for johnny to have come into play in some form at like… any point in the series really. but since volition never went anywhere with it im taking it into my own lil gremlin hands
(background to this interpretation of julius)
in a word it was.. complicated. they were never close. when they met, julius was just looking for more recruits, the saints needed all the help they could get, but he thought he saw something in that skinny, terrified kid when him and troy saved her from being caught in the middle of a turf war. plus the kid owed him a life debt, and that aint a bad thing to have in his position. but, to violet… sure his speech about taking back the city to “save lives” was nice and all, but its not why she joined. she was homeless, starving, had nowhere to go and no options. she didnt even really have to think about the offer, becoming a saint just made sense. it was a step towards something, even if she didnt know exactly what it was, and so violet showed up in the churchyard the very next morning
from julius’ pov, violet took to fighting like a fish to water. capable, willing to do whatever it took, never talked back or questioned orders, and owed him their loyalty? to be honest she was basically the perfect little soldier. he thought this kid had a serious chance of being one of their key members… and he wasnt wrong. but in truth violet was terrified. when troy took her to buy a gun and had her kill someone for the first time with it, she managed to keep it together until she dropped him off and he was just out of sight. then she vomited all over the passengers seat of the car. the constant terror made it hard for her to sleep at night. a broken nose, bloody bandages over cuts from close calls with stray bullets, too many bruises to count and it didnt take long for her knuckles to become more scars than skin. for a while she was arguably more of a wreck than she was before she joined up
but at the same time, joining up improved things for violet. before this shed been sleeping in an alleyway, but now at night she could sleep in the church, and the other saints were friendly to her. then, when she got her first share of money? she went and bought herself a full meal and almost cried on the spot. soon, after pocketing as much cash as she could from dead rival gangsters wallets, she saved enough to get a loft right in saints row, and it was a shitty one, but she didnt fucking care. she loved that loft. from her point of view, julius was giving her the chance to save her own life. all she had to do in return was kill people for him. and she rationalized it to herself that way. if she had to kill other people to survive, then so be it
….and then violet began to realize how much of an adrenaline junkie she is, and holy fuck did she love to fight. if she had an opportunity to ditch the gun and just go in with a bat or even just her fists, she took it. the rush of risking her life became something she thought was fun. plus the respect she got as a saint? people were afraid of her, and she had anyone wearing purple on her side. the thrill, the power, the money, the loyalty… without her even really realizing it, running with gangs went from a means to an end to something that she enjoyed. but this change happens slowly, over the course of taking over stilwater. in truth, julius’ betrayal was what finally tipped her all the way
julius starts to hate her before they even finish off the vice kings. hed assigned her to helping out gat first, thinking even if dex was overseeing everything, their youngest lieutenant would need someone who could handle it if one of his crazy plans went south. but the trail of carnage and destruction violet and johnny left behind was the exact opposite of what julius wanted. he thought itd be over once the VKs were finished and he could assign violet to working with another (more stable) lieutenant, but after gat had taken that shotgun blast to the knee to help the kid escape and shed gone in alone to save him, the two were practically attached at the hip. the kid would follow gat around like a lost puppy, and the only person johnny spent more time with than violet was his girlfriend. then, once tanya was dead, he overhears a rumor that the supposedly mute kid could not only talk, but she would only speak to johnny or aisha. apparently gat had gone asking around if the kid had spoken to anyone else before him, and thats how everyone found out (gat was slightly offended when he found out violet spoke to aisha first, long before vi made that horrible hepatitis joke to him, and aisha had been keeping it a secret for her)
julius had never liked gat, he didnt care about ending the gang wars and was only there because he was bloodthirsty and lived for violence. and now he and the kid julius was becoming increasingly cautious of were feeding off of each others recklessness. not only were those two a volatile mix, but it seemed like julius was losing control of playa because of it… and that was bad news for him
johnnys sidelined, and banned from helping with any moves against the carnales and rollerz. julius told him it was because of his injury, which they both knew was a bullshit reason; hed been fucking up the vice kings just fine even with his messed up knee. gat did not take it well, and there was a shouting match that violet walked in on. vi was upset of course, her and gat were friends now and she liked running missions with him, but she wasnt going to argue. even if playa didnt understand julius’ decision, she didnt question him, but there was a lot of tension between johnny and julius after that, especially when it seemed like julius was actively trying to keep vi and johnny away from each other. anytime theyd hang out at the church, if julius saw them together you could feel the tension fill up the room, and more often than not hed just send violet out with some bullshit orders. the two quickly learned to hang out away from the church after that
by the time the carnales are history and theyre gunning for the rollerz, julius knows how badly he fucked up. thinking he could start a new gang, and control it? he was naive. theyd taken over almost all of stilwater, but at what cost? how much of the city had they destroyed along the way? and at the center of all that carnage was violet. the more of the city they take over because of her, the more disgusted she makes julius. he needed to stop the saints, stop her, but he has to do it carefully. if anyone realized it, or that he was trying to get playa killed, the gang would turn on him in an instant. the rest of the saints idolize playa, and they all know shes a big part of the reason for their success. if anything happened to julius, the gang would rally around violet, and he knows it
at first he was just sending her into risky situations because of the faith he had in her, but for a while now hed been sending her on straight up suicidal tasks on purpose, hoping someone would finally just take her out before she caused any more harm or became even more of a problem. but she just keeps coming back. doesnt matter if its just her against an entire stronghold of god knows how many seasoned gang members, shell walk out only a little worse for wear. julius starts to wonder just how terrifying this kid is, and all the while violet never even notices that julius is doing this, shes just doing what shes told. hes all praise whenever they speak, trying to keep her placated. troy notices the risks julius always seems to take with violet, but he just thinks julius is putting too much faith in the kid and driving her too hard. he starts trying to look after vi in his own ways to make up for it (thats how they become friends) but he never realizes julius’ true intentions until its far too late
vi and lin are flying solo now, with almost no help from the other lieutenants. julius makes it look like hes putting more faith in violet, no more kid gloves. of course vi and lin get in over their heads like that, and when lin gets killed and vi ends up in the hospital, julius wishes to god that she had just drowned in the river with lin
and then, soon after, its done. the vice kings, the carnales, the rollerz, theyre all a memory. the saints own the whole damn city, or whatevers left of it. and then julius gets arrested, and he finds out troy is a cop, and julius knows its all over…. but troy offers him a deal: get johnny and playa out, and he can walk. he gets the idea right there, to kill violet himself. theres no way shes going to stop, and julius knows it
violet knew driving over to the dock that she was walking into a trap, but if it was to get julius back, it didnt really matter. shed already murdered a major public figure and the chief of police trying to get him back, shooting her way out of another situation almost seemed pretty fuckin mild at that point. so it doesnt surprise her when hughes’ men surround her; no, what does surprise her is the sudden loud beeping, the confused look on hughes face, and something in her gut screaming at her to run. whether it was the wall of henchmen between her and the explosion, or the split second before the bomb went off that she used to rush forward and leap just over the railing that saved her life there, shes never sure. maybe it was both. either way, the burns scarring her back for the rest of her life show she didnt get off scot-free
five years later, and within 24 hours of waking up and breaking out of prison, shes already visited the police station and listened to the tapes. and once shes heard them, violet is seething. she did EVERYTHING for julius, became a murderer, risked her life, followed all his orders without question! and he took five years of her life away! tried to take all of it away! something in her just snaps, and she sets up the meeting with dex that same night
julius thought hed be meeting up with dex, but in truth he isnt surprised to see violet instead; hed been dreading the possibility of this day since he first learned that shed survived the explosion. but even so, even after what he did, it quickly becomes obvious that julius genuinely doesnt believe that violet will follow through with payback. and violet is livid, feels like somebody hollowed her insides out and theres nothing but anger under her skin anymore. despite everything he doesnt know her at all, still thinks shes this loyal little teenager who will do whatever shes told. a dog on a leash, because he never learned that she could be more than that, that she was more than that
and then, hearing him hold himself over her? violet knows who she is and whats she done, shes under no illusions about that. but hearing julius somehow think hes the good guy, that hes morally better than her after everything he did, everything he ordered her to do… it adds a whole new level of hatred. not to even mention how he tries to leverage saving her life over her again, after shed MORE than paid back that debt. thats the last straw, and she kills him. never regrets that choice for a single second for the rest of her life
after that, violets just… angry. shes like that for years. julius took everything good she ever had away from her, and every person she kills is another “fuck you” to his memory. gang member, cop, civilian, she doesnt care anymore. julius wanted to save the city from her? good. shell burn the whole fucking thing down just to spite him
she doesnt get over that for a long time
#JSDHGSFDG THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IM SO SORRY words are hard#man i love the 'trying to do the right thing in all the wrong ways' interpretation of julius....#b0one#asks#violet grey
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