#wide crown moulding

[ubreblanca]

San Francisco Bathroom Example of a small eclectic yellow tile dark wood floor and brown floor powder room design with furniture-like cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, copper countertops, a vessel sink and yellow walls

[solbaby7]

Put On A Show

pairing: Rhysand x reader

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, explicit language, some light degradation, i couldn’t help myself guys sorry

Summary: Rhysand brings you along as a plus one to a celebration at the Court of Nightmares and you put on a special show for your High Lord

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High Lord of the Court of Nightmares.

Lord of Night.

Death Incarnate.

There’s no place for the teasing smiles, the playful jokes or restrained power here. All the things of Rhysand that you’d grown accustomed to was swapped out for that arrogant smirk, the pristine elegance of his attire that exuded centuries of wealth but beyond all of that; his most noticeable accessory was the ebbing darkness that seemed to loom around him. “I’m sorry for how I talk to you down there. I can’t—they can’t see me that way.”

“I promise I won’t take it personally,” You’d told him, meaning it no matter how high your brows shot up when he’d sheepishly handed over your outfit for the night.

If you could call it that.

It was basically see though, soft fabric just barely covering your breasts, criss-crossing at the stomach before settling into a skirt that barely covered your backside when you walked. Rhys had insisted on a little precaution, waving a hand and covering you in tattoos so dark it looked like the night sky was plucked from above and stamped into your skin. The intricate designs didn’t move when you touched them but anytime you’d accidentally brushed into Azriel or bumped shoulders with Mor, the ink smeared. “You marking me or something?”

It was meant as a joke but he’s serious when he answers. “Yes.”

Your roll falls into place when you’re winnowed to the front entrance of the Hewn City and instantly you understand why none of the Inner Circle came here much. The air smelled of mischief; chaos bled from the windows and greed reared its head when the High Lord sauntered through the front doors like he owned the place—he did.

The shift in the room happens quickly, guards dressed to the tee in heavy armor and swords sharp enough to disembowel with one sickening swing; men who’d fought in great battles and devastating wars, bowing to their knees at the sight of him.

This version of Rhysand eats it up, chin high and nose higher as he looked down on each and every person in attendance. Gone was the male with great dreams of peace and prosperity; dreams of a place where people of all types called home without fear of it being ripped from them at any moment.

This version of Rhysand was the fear.

He was the darkness that lurked around at night, waiting and watching patiently for his victims to slip up so he could reach out and capture them in his dark web. “All of this, for me?” The High Lords voice clears across the room easily with everyone so silent, heads bowed and the few who’d bravely raised their eyes to feast on a slice of your skin was met with the silent threat of death by the shadowsinger that followed your flank. “I’m flattered.”

The High Lord sits comfortably in his thrown, legs spread wide and arms lazily spread out on the sides. For the first time since you’d gotten here, he looks at you, beckoning you forward with a cocky little jerk of his head and only when you stand before him does he allow the others to rise. “You sit.” He tells you though, gesturing proudly to the spot on his lap and you resist the urge to see other people’s reactions when you obey.

Despite the dark ambiance, something about the unsettling atmosphere intrigued you; eyes catching over carefully carved dragons with wings that seemed never-ending as it curved around the walls, the crown moulding and ceiling like it was preparing to take flight and burst through the roof. The citizens of the Hewn City, you find are equally as unsettling; groups of people coming up to bow and greet their High Lord, shamelessly taking in the ample curves left on display by your flimsy attire. “Pretty, isn’t she?” The Lord of Darkness questions after a moment, violet eyes fixed on the curve of your spine before settling on the armored male to the left.

The male swallows thickly, his gulp audible when he nods just barely. “Yes, High Lord.”

Rhys hummed in agreement, the back of his hand beginning to trace the curve of your shoulder when you hear some muffled voice coughing out “whore”. The touch leaves and that ebbing darkness grows again, robbing the man who’d dare utter the syllables of his breath. The man’s hands reach for his throat, eyes wide as his mouth gapes open and closed like a fish plucked out of the water and you don’t place your hand on the High Lords chest until the man’s face is a unusual shade of blue. “Aw, let him go. He’s just mad you’ve got me all to yourself,” You lean in closer, voice sultry and a little bored when you settle deeper into his chest. “Poor bastard probably doesn’t even know what to do with his equipment under all that armor.”

Another best of time passes before you hear the desperate gasp behind you and the feeling that washes over you when seeing the part of Rhysand he kept hidden—the all powerful Lord of Destruction ready to ruin anyone in his way.

Lust.

The man is forgotten, carried away by his friends and briefly you notice Cassian and Mor drifting off into the crowd. Azriel remains close by, a healthy enough distance away for you to feel confident enough to grind down on the thick thigh between your legs.

“You should stop that,” The words rumble against your bare back a half a minute later, hands dripping tight at your hips to still the movements. “Unless you plan on giving them a show.”

A brow raises and your neck craned to look Rhysand in the eye, the smirk pulling on your mouth matching the same one he’d seen every time he stepped foot in this city of violence and deviant morals. “Would that please you, Lord of Darkness?”

Rhysand goes still and for a moment you expect him to deny you, hands bracing yourself to get off and apologize when his grip keeps you in place. You can’t look away when he drags your hips on his thigh the same way you had before, inky pupils devouring violet irises when you let out a breathy moan.

It captures attention and you notice Azriel step a little closer—for further protection or to watch you can’t tell and you don’t care to figure it out when a shudder runs up your spine at the delicious drag hard muscles against your clothed cunt.

Your body burns with want when your High Lord grabs a handful of your ass, forcing you to ride his thigh faster, moans spilling out like summons to the dark creatures that lurked about the Court of Nightmares. “You look so pretty like this,” His voice is gruff, raspy and he’s quick to call upon dark power, a cool sensation spreading over your skin where it touched.

“Fuck,” The curse drags on your tongue, eyes clamping shut when your orgasm washes over you, no longer caring about the eyes that burned holes into your body. No doubt every fae or creature alike could smell the scent of your arousal permeating the air but where embarrassment was supposed be was relief.

The bulge in the High Lords pants is evident, a hand sneaking down to cup it through the expensive fabric. “You think the citizens of the Hewn City want to watch their High Lord fuck his girl?”

The sound of a button popping open, a zipper sliding down and a hand settles around your throat. “Deliciously filthy thing, you are.” The top of your dress falls apart and you’re certain Azriel can see everything when Rhysand fished his cock free. “Let’s find out.”

[amaya-writes]

Hi Amaya!

I don't know if you've already gotten. One of my previous requests but I'd like to send another one in, if you don't mind.

Could you write a one shot with Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, from Classroom of the elite?

I'd really appreciate it if the reader could be kept fem! And the one shot was fluff/angst, but it's ultimately up to you.

Have a nice day/night/afternoon!

Notes: I haven't written for Ayanokouji in forever omg so I just had to do this!

Warnings: slight angst, reader doesn't realise she's being used

Characters involved: Kiyotaka Ayanokouji

Fem reader, you/yours

He tried ignoring your advances, Kiyotaka really did.

At first it was easy to simply drop a small peck or two on the crown of your head as you shifted impossibly closer to him. But you were just so needy.

"Kiyotakaaa."

The way you whined his name made the boy in question sigh as he felt you shift beside him, but he still mustered the energy to lock eyes with you.

"You're behaving weird today."

Your proximity made it easy for him to feel your skin heat up at his words, but your sudden embarrassment unfortunately did nothing to trump your neediness.

Instead, you shifted your hands from their previous position on his chest to cup his cheeks as you planted one peck after the other across his face.

"I miss you."

"I'm right here."

Your nose wrinkled in annoyance at the reply. You tried to hide it, but Kiyotaka could see the way your mannerisms shifted from playfulness to a sudden sense of discomfort.

You were getting offended. And that was never a good thing.

A soft hum left his lips as Kiyotaka shut the laptop that had been resting on his lap for the past hour, allowing it to fall onto the mattress as his hands shifted from the keyboard to the nape of your neck.

"You have me now. So, what did you want?"

Your lips morphed into a wide smile as you winded your arms around his neck. Your nimble fingers trailed through his hair, no doubt ruining his style, but Kiyotaka couldn't have voiced his annoyance even if he wanted to, for your lips were on his a moment later.

You weren't a bad kisser.

In fact, most would probably consider you a very good one.

Your lips moulded against his almost perfectly and the way you occasionally tugged on his bottom lip would have probably arose others.

You knew how to use your hands too, and carded your fingers through his hair in a calming manner that would have Kiyotaka melting in your grasp if he actually liked you.

But he didn't. And he wasn't one to lust either. Which was why your perfect kisses were nothing but a nuisance to him.

As you pulled away for air and trailed soft kisses down his neck it was clear you couldn't catch on to his true feelings. After all, if you were smart enough to read people Kiyotaka would have never picked you over the other Class A girls.

He felt almost robotic as Kiyotaka dropped one of his hands to circle your waist, the other shifting from your neck to cheek as he planted a kiss of his own on your lips.

It was chaste and lacked the arousal staining your every touch, but the gesture was enough to make a stupid smile tug on your lips.

You were buying his lies. Perfect.

"Don't you have a study session to get to?"

Your eyes comically widened at his question. The sight made Kiyotaka let out a small scoff as he watched you reach for your phone and mutter soft curses when you noticed time.

"Shit you're right. Bye hun."

You shifted to drop one last peck on his cheek before collecting your things and hurriedly racing out of his bedroom.

A soft sigh tumbled from his lips as Kiyotaka watched the door slip shut behind you.

He was free. Finally.

Kiyotaka's slight smile shifted to display his real annoyance as he turned towards the discarded laptop.

If he knew pretending to be romantically invested with you would be this tiring Kiyotaka would have opted for other methods to draw information from you.

But alas, there were only so many ways to best Class A, and none of them could be accomplished without insider intel.

He needed you. The realisation drew yet another sigh from him.

"Only a few weeks."

Kiyotaka clicked his tongue as he muttered the words, watching his laptop hum to life to display the recording app he had set up in your phone.

If circumstances hadn't forced him to be apathetic, perhaps Kiyotaka could come to actually love you. But for now you were nothing but a pawn dressed up in his queen's garbs.

And Kiyotaka couldn't wait to get rid of you.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the paint

lilac, chapter nine

a/n: hi! I'm back after taking a short break to obsessively work on this year's kinktober, but now i'm finally back to writing this beloved story. it feels so good to get back into it. it's only been a few weeks, one month max, but i've missed my lumberjack so much.

summary: “oh please, there’s only one guest staying here right now, and even so, people know this room is under construction, who in their right mind would just willy-nilly waltz in here?” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, renovating an inn, painting, kissing, semi-public sex, oral, fingering, dirty talk

word count: 1922

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A faint ache began to bloom in the muscles of your face from how hard you were smiling. You simply couldn’t help it. Every time you thought you’d gotten it under control, your eyes would just flutter back up to the man beside you as he stretched, reaching the paint roller in his hand far enough up to kiss the taped-off crown moulding that framed the ceiling, and each time he’d do so, his flannel would ride up just enough for you to catch a sliver of his skin before it dropped back down, giving you just enough of an unintentional tease to remind you of what he looked like beneath it. 

“You’re laughing again,” Frank pointed out the soft giggle that bubbled out of you as your glance washed over him.

“I’m not laughing,” you gushed, straightening back up to your full height as you finally stopped rolling over the one low spot you had absentmindedly been painting over and over again for a few minutes or so.

Eyes briefly flickering your way, his feet carried him closer to you, “well, what’s so funny then that you can’t stop laughing?” 

“Nothing’s funny,” you tried to keep your eyes on the wall as you felt his broadness brush against your shoulder. 

“Oh, no?” 

“Nope,” you playfully bumped your hip lightly against his, childishly angling your roller dangerously close to where his was glazing the wall a soft blue tone, an action that quickly developed into a juvenile game of chasing him across the wall. 

To your amazement, Frank played along, keeping it going till he suddenly changed tactics and caught you by surprise, rerouting his roller down to collide with your own, however, it never got the chance to strike as you, in the midst of a giggle fit, retracted your brush from the wall, fearing that he would roll right over you and make your arm all sticky with paint. Though in the end, not noticing exactly where you were hastily withdrawing your paint roller to, it ended up being him that got smeared and not you. 

“Oh my god,” your eyes grew wide at the sight of the blue that coated over the dark brown of his plaid sleeve, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh yeah?” he glared back at you, grin crinkling up his eyes, “you didn’t?”

“I swear, it was an accident.”

“Ah, sure it was, just like this,” you felt his roller glide down the length of your top, making it look like you’d hugged a smurf.

Letting out a shrieking gasp, it only took approximately two seconds before you pouched in an attempt to get him back. Though the former soldier’s swift hands caught your roller before you could manage to seize your revenge, settling both yours and his own down on the covered floors before playfully wrapping his arms around you, halting your attempts at retrieving it. 

Laughter mingling and mixing into one, your feet then left the ground as Frank lifted you up. As your gaze now rose to be at the same level, the silly game swiftly vanished from your memory as you stared back into his brown eyes, both of your glee fading away as if it was never there to begin with. 

You didn’t know who initiated the kiss, but that part couldn’t be less important as your arms curled around his neck and one of your legs blissfully bent, softly flicking your foot upwards as you felt his tongue sweep across your own. 

Lowering you back down to the floor, his touch dragged up your form till his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at the very roots in such a way that made you purr against his lips. Feet shuffling, the far wall you hadn’t begun on yet soon collided with your spine, though you weren’t pressed against it long before Frank surrendered to your enthusiastic efforts in spinning him around and switching places.

As your lips then detached, you slowly began to drop down to your knees, a wide grin warmed Frank’s features as your fingers hooked into his belt, “what do you think you’re doing, huh?” his head gently fell back to collide with the wall as he stared down at you in adoration. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” you blinked up at him as you bit down on your giggling lips, palm nuzzling against his blossoming hard-on as you undid his belt, his excitement created an impressive imprint against the fabric of his dark jeans. 

“I think we’re in an inn full of people and someone could walk in here at any moment,” he narrowed his eyes almost in a daring fashion as you tugged his zipper down. 

“Oh please, there’s only one guest staying here right now, and even so, people know this room is under construction, who in their right mind would just willy-nilly waltz in here?” 

Not tearing his eyes off of you for even a second as you freed his heavy length, he muttered softly, “you’re trouble…” utterly hypnotised as you wrapped your fingers around his girth. 

“Nuh-uh,” you smiled up at him, “I’m adorable,” before you swiped your tongue softly over his tip, visibly sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, you fucking are…” he uttered enchantingly, mouth falling agape as you began to plant sweet kisses all the way down towards his base, your dazzling eyes never leaving his, “holy shit…”

As your slobber began to gloss him up, your palm exploited it as you slowly twisted your enclosed fist up and down his length, keeping your movements up as your lips soon wrapped around his bulbous head, flat tongue fluttering like a gentle sea against his throbbing underside. 

Looking like he had died and gone to heaven, you felt as Frank’s fingers reach down to ghost over your features, his broad thumb caressing the outline of your face as your head began to bob, drool slowly dribbling down from your efforts and adding to the mess already painting the front of your shirt.

“Atta girl,” his fingers tenderly combed through your hair, “fuck,” lips stretched, his tip hit a place in the back of your throat that caused your eyes to squint, tears nearly appearing before you settled back to slobbering around his head, “you're so pretty like this.”

One hand steadily pumping the latter half of him, your other wandered over your own thigh. Like a magnet, your fingers pressed down on your clit through your pants, the astonishing relief causing a muffled moan to vibrate against Frank’s cock, a sensation he clearly enjoyed by the sounds of his own eager groans. 

“Oh, just like that,” he grunted, eyes lightly fluttering as you gurgled around his cock, “don’t stop,” fingers flexing and balling up into a fist in your hair as he twitched in your mouth, soon stifling a mesmerising moan as he came down your throat, “fuck…” 

Letting go of him with a soft pop, you swallowed as you gazed up at his hazy visage, feeling yourself drip and drench your panties from the borderline meditative motion of giving him head. 

Hands still fast in your hair, Frank kneeled down to your level and pressed his lips to yours, the teasing touch you had going on over your pants quickly grew into something more desperate. 

“Could you–…” you breathed heavily, “god, I feel like it’s been forever since you touched me…”

A warm chuckle rumbled out of him as he looked back into your blown pupils, “we fucked this morning,” he noted, rising back up and scooping you with him. 

“Exactly,” you bit down on your smile, “it’s been like three hours.”

Slipping beneath your waistband, your grip fastened in the front of his open flannel as his fingers grazed through your wetness. Eyelids fluttering at the foggy sensation, Frank manoeuvred your frames, spinning you around and pressing your back against the wall. 

“Well, I’m sorry that you had to wait that long,” he entertained your quip, rubbing your puffy clit just right, “whatever can I do to make it up to you?” his free hand securely snaked around your middle. 

Sharing his breath, your nose nudged against his, “seems to me like you already have a pretty good idea of what could suffice.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled like a crackling fire, “could this maybe make you feel a bit better?” your hold on his shirt tightened as he gently slid one finger inside your dripping heat.

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily, one of your knees briefly lifting to graze against his leg. 

As you readjusted your arms, draping them around his neck, “or how about this?” his lavish pace then intensified as he eased his ring finger in beside his middle one, curving them a bit as the root of his palm nuzzled firmly against your throbbing clit. 

“O-oh, fuck!” your head fell back and collided with the wall, your fluttering gaze glued to his. 

Leaning in to muffle your breathy whimpers with his kiss, the sensual soppy sound his efforts produced echoed throughout the half-painted room, those only growing in their volume as he rocked his digits within you rougher.

Moans melting against his tongue as it danced against your own, it didn’t take long before your pussy clenched down around him, clambering and inadvertently pulling his fingers in that much deeper as he slowed back down, rendering it a demanding task for him to get his hand back with the way you blissfully clung to it. 

Head resting a moment against his broad shoulder as you caught your breath, your puffs gradually morphed into the same blissful giggle you hadn’t been able to shake just moments before.

“You know what?” you lifted your head. 

“What?” he chuckled through his smile. 

Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, you rose up to your tip toes and uttered, “I don’t know if I can wait another three hours,” before you captured your lips in another heated kiss, your hands swiftly travelling south on a mission for more. 

But just as Frank hoisted you up, your legs tangling around his hips, a booming voice from somewhere else in the inn cut through your haze. 

“I did it!” you heard your father shout, his jovial stride caused the staircase he hastily ascended to creak just as loud as his boisterous words boomed, “I finally did it!” 

“Shit,” you hissed, nearly pushing Frank away as you scrambled to hide any evidence of what the two of you had just done. 

“I’m a genius! I think I’ve finally cracked the code to croissants!” the moustachioed man burst through the doors just as you rushed to pick your paint roller back up as if it had been glued to your grip for hours. 

“Dad!” you skurried to roll some more blue on the wall, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how flustered you were, “hey!”

“I think I was handling the dough too much while laminating,” he rambled, flour tinting his apron a lighter shade of green, “also why I’ve never been great at pies, I fiddle with it too much, but I think I finally got the hang of it! Just pulled some out of the oven and they look amazing,” darting his dazzled gaze from you to Frank, he offered, “you kids want one?” 

“Uh,” you glanced back at the man, still standing close to where you’d blown him just moments before, “sure,” you stiffly heard yourself agree, “that sounds lovely, dad.” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[yeyinde]

i apologize if you’ve already answered this question before somewhere - but would you ever consider writing something with an explicitly male reader? i’ve been an avid reader of yours since mw2022 came out and after having read most of your works, i can’t say i’m not curious as to how it might change the dynamic

it would change the dynamic a little bit. more so because i think there's more options to explore with a male mc in an m/m relationship. especially with the 141. these are all super rough ideas i dreamed up at lunch lmao so an actual fic might change a lot of them but:

Simon is basically the same but more physical. aggressive but in a condescending way. always seems like he's goading you into a fight (and he is, but that's just so he can throw you to the ground and rest his weight on you until you beg him to get up). but i don't think he interprets gender. it's mostly just people who he can be rough with and those that he can't. the f!mcs i write fall into this weird middle ground of he can't, but he wants to. he has to be softer but he wants to ruin them. i'd probably do the opposite with a m!mc - should be softer, but can't. if only because mean Simon bullying the guy he's down bad for would be so fun to write. it'd be more animalistic because the m!mc wouldn't have an issue with fighting back against his ugly form of love.

you'd meet him in a bar. he's the scary guy in the back who says nothing to you at all but every time you look at him, he's already staring back at you. picking a fight, you'd think. and it'd cow you a little. as much as you can hold your own, as often as you get into tiffs, he's a tank. his size makes your belly twist. makes all those ugly feelings in the back of your head well up, the ones you tried to bury behind a too-bright grin and forged masculinity that fits like clunky armour. you feel sick looking at him. jealous. envy. greed. a noxious cocktail roiling around the generous sips of flat beer. so you don't. you look away. but the glares you send over your shoulder only make him huff, his head angling down toward his chest in a way that oozes a droll, acidic sort of amusement. stay away.

and you do. but he catches you at the mouth of the alley when you try to make your escape for the night, shoving your face into the brick as he grunts into your crown about fuckin' teasin' him all night. don't worry, though. he's gonna give you exactly what you've been craving, pretty boy. just be good for him, yeah?

Price is crass. rougher. but like Simon, gender, sex, and identity are all narrowed down to two categories for him: those that need his help, and those that don't (and then beneath that: those that deserve it and those that don't). if you're in control of your own life, competent, he'll force you into the former. bully you until something breaks. he's a bit more reserved with his advances but only because knocking you up isn't really an option. so, he has to be smart. cunning. it's a waiting game with Price, really.

with Gaz, there's almost a sense of a rivalry in the relationship. he definitely understands his attraction to you, knows what he wants, but he likes to push the people he's interested in and a m!mc would let him test the limits a bit more. he likes to mould the people he likes around him. re-build their entire life until it's tangled up in his. a m!mc would be a harder catch. like Price, it's not like he can just knock you up and keep you forever. he needs to strategise a bit more and i think that would make him more desperate.

Soap is basically the same. rougher, though. crude, too. has a thing for forced feminization. would call you hen and bonnie even as he manhandles you on the bed and rides you until you pass out. he's softer when he pursues a f!mc because he knows he can't play his hand right away or they'll run, but with a m!mc, he's all teeth. always grinning wide but like a shark. a touch scarier as he slides his hand up your thigh and coos in your ear about how badly he wants to fuck you stupid. but he won't let you cum. no, no - you're only allowed to cum inside him so you better not get off when he's fucking you or he'll have to show you some self-restraint. bites a lot. everywhere. always has a bottle of lube stashed away somewhere. it's intense. wrings you dry.

[obitohno]

˖⁺‧₊˚ jordy’s 2k celebration ˚₊‧⁺˖

choso x reader

in you, choso finds the cure to his demons.

requested by @tuzuis4thwife

gn! reader, fluff, angst (past), cuddling in bed, mentions of insomnia

reblogs are appreciated ~

it is the colour of ink that first greets you when you awake one morning.

head foggy with sleep, and eyes aching with exhaustion—so much so that you hurriedly blink them shut with the promise to refuse to open them again—blindly, you reach for the familiar head of hair, weaving your fingers between strands of hair that match the colour of the night sky.

after many a year living a constant battle of survival, choso had had to learn the skill of sleeping all over again. several months had passed before he deemed it safe enough to allow himself to slumber in your presence—the first time happened by accident, and when he’d shot awake just as quickly as he’d dozed off, wide eyed and breathless, you’d been just as alarmed as he had. another couple of months had flown by before he’d invited himself into the comforts of your bed, baring an awkward crook of his lips that conveyed very little of the true extent of his discomfort. paranoid about the possibility of you waking to change your mind and throw him out, he’d lain awake for most of the night, eyes red with unshed tears.

but now, a year on, he rests easily, cheek smooshed against the plump of your pillow that has long moulded to the weight of his head.

he’d come to bed late last night, disturbing you from your slumber with an apologetic brush of his lips to your shoulder when he’d settled behind you. itadori had come to visit the night before, woeful as he’d sobbed a tale about what sounded to be his third breakup of the month. choso had adopted his role as big brother, providing comfort in the form of a poorly concealed wince when itadori had clung to his shoulders and begged for the elder two help him drown his sorrows, and the two had stayed up until the late hours of the morning to do exactly that.

your eyes are blinking open again, flinching at the burn of the morning sun shining right across the bed from where it slithers in through the gap in the curtains. it casts a golden strip across the bridge of choso’s nose, elongating the shadow of his lashes down the curve of his cheek. his breath is slow, fanned along your throat each time that he exhales, and he must be dreaming, for his nose twitches along with the pinch of his brows. the sight warms your chest, and your smile is heavily laden with the withering tendrils of sleep, but still, you nuzzle closer, the tip of your nose pressing to his collarbone.

the movement breaks the gentle rise and fall of his ribs expanding, and there’s a yawn that warms your crown as it flutters over your hair. you’re already slipping on the brink of sleep once more, when his fingers brush along your temple, his lips ghosting along the length of your brow.

‘mornin’.’

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[hellhathfrozethoverthinking]

fic #2

A/N: >2.5k words of....somethin. not actually sure what to call this..."Visiting Saturn Overtakes Terra With A Terrible Feeling Of Discomfort Brought About By His Own Mistakes And Control Freak Tendencies" doesn't really have a ring to it. more notes after the end :UUU

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SRN-006's wing of Starship Sol was very minimalist.

The crown moulding and intricately carved patterns in each nook and cranny of SRN-007's broad and colourful corridors stood in stark contrast to these…neatly grid tile walls and artificial marble floors polished to reflection. A monochromatic, mostly black scheme, with splashes of white for accent.

It was one circular, narrow hall surrounding the repair lab in which he worked, with only purely necessary latitude. Just wide enough to accommodate their largest enlistee and no further.

SRN-006's wing of Starship Sol was too minimalist.

The dim pin lights resting parallel on the bottom of the perimeter were bulbless, caged, and cold. Cameras and sensors abounds sat in little pockets mechanically blocked out of the tile, and they too were black, with tiny red ringed eyes staring, unmoved, at whoever passed.

And then that would draw the attention to the preference of verticality in construction, as those burning lens would still be present the further back you tipped your head. In fact, should you regard them, they would return the favour, ensuring you felt small and out of place.

The ceiling stretched temple-high, and if you chose to follow it to its end, nothing special awaited you at the top. It was the same throughout, if not darker for the lack of mounted lighting.

SRN-006's wing of Starship Sol was beyond minimalist.

In every aspect, he'd wasted his opportunity for expression on barren, and featureless design. Nothing existed for comfort. There were no intentional benches, no decoration, nothing to suggest that anyone with a personality occupied the room in between.

How he managed to use so little of the space allotted to him when drafting, and turn what could have been a gravity-controlled exhibition lobby (per his home planet's aesthetics), into claustrophobic lifelessness was…disappointing.

Moreover, it was uncomfortable.

The experience of passing through this glorified pod bus tunnel was among the many things that made Terra's skin crawl.

He would never admit it to anyone, but it struck a particular chord of dread in him whenever the louvred metal doors slid away before him and he was forced to traverse the droning, beeping, clicking, groaning machinery trapped behind the architectural emptiness.

Pluto had once explained to him the concept of a "liminal space" while organising his daily field research.

-

"Liminality is, how do you say, a state commonly observed by man."

His glittering ruby irises flit back and forth across the tops of several holographed tabs.

"It is, so to speak, existing in a state of limbo."

He dismisses each window to the right or left with confident, swift swipes of his fingertips.

"When one is outside of points A and B. When one's regularity is upset and change is coming, but hasn't yet."

In the corner of Terra's visual feed blinks a purple light, alerting him to the three files just received under the subject "inv_rp21".

"A liminal space is similarly transitional. It is being beneath the bridge that connects your docked train to the station. It is being in the foyer of an familiar's unfamiliar home. The point of unease typically achieved by this will vary for the individual, but its basis is the same."

The sway of his tail and a dark chuckle follow him sauntering out of the office.

"Simply a little walk through to the gallows will unsettle these poor, ugly animals, even if they aren't in the noose. The paranoia is quite pathetic, don't you think?"

"…Quite. Thank you, 08."

-

The idea that he should be so human as to feel the effects of a "liminal space"…quite frankly, it irritated him.

What was the point of becoming an android if not to escape the trappings of the illogical?

If he had a choice, he'd simply warp straight to the laboratory and skip the gallows' walk altogether. The atmosphere of the planet Earth, the planet they'd been stuck on for centuries, he had to keep reminding himself it was far too dense to do any such thing and then attempt recompiling his molecular structure. If he were to try, travelling light speeds here would rip him asunder on an atomic level and he'd die a dangerous, obliterating death.

The thought alone was harrowing and persistent enough to keep him on the ground. He wished he'd never gotten a taste of it during the war against Mega Man, because it was tempting. But he couldn't. If he forgot, and did, wouldn't that be horrific? Every one of his men screaming for cover they'd never get, his carelessness costing them their lives, leaving their legacy a crater on a nowhere planet?

…

'Stop it.'

The necks of the cameras craned to fix their gazes on him.

A picture, of 40 different eyes turned to him in unison with his face reflected in each glassy surface, burned into the front of his mind.

And wouldn't leave.

Terra's legs stiffened. He shut his eyes.

Hampered by his body and the Earth's device, he had one defense against the odd, humiliating stress of being scrutinised from all angles: talking. It was a habit he'd developed long before his reconstruction at Albert Wily's hands.

In order to distract himself from the baleful thoughts that would constantly, ceaselessly encroach upon his mind, he would quietly, but vocally, talk to himself. He would talk until either the offending issue was gone, or until he'd calmed his anxiety enough to face it without shutting down, or doing something impulsive.

Instrumental to the success of this repression was that he not stop. That he tune out anything else telling him to divert his attention, do what he set out to do, and not stop.

"…♁, you're already pushing the envelope on time," he scolded, in a sing-song tone.

"If you arrive for your hygiene check late, he's going to complain, and then waste even more of your valuable time arguing why he should be 'cut a break, if you're not going to abide by your own set rules and arrive precisely when you mentioned you would, you neat freak."

The predicted conversation annoyed him perfectly. It drove his low heels clacking across the floor, to confront his slacking, good-for-nothing inferior before he had a chance to say exactly that.

"You can see his face now, right, sad and long like it deserves sympathy, probably because he'd been 'waiting oh so patiently, your highness'__I'll bet you feel your temper flare when he says that,"

which it did, taking his annoyance to anger and hurrying him into a power-stride, past a door with a slate sign labelled "MAINTENANCE".

"And of course, opportunist he is, he'd probably have thought he could take a quick nap-- actually, scratch that, there is no such thing as a 'quick nap' for him, once he's down, he's out, and he knows that, yet he never considered that when filing for employ in this embassy, he's got no professional pride, one of these days, he's going to get you all killed."

"Your invisible friend does a terrible job of backbiting, you know."

Terra's greenest shoots curled very suddenly, tightening his posture and releasing a gas into the hall that was the closest thing to a scent he'd detected since departing the byway.

He swivelled on his heel and stomped once to steady his posture, something he'd had to make a habit of doing since losing his hind legs, and usual gait. His company shook a finger at him.

"I do wish he'd be a little quieter."

Saturn was behind him by at least three metres.

Behind him by…what?

Behind him?

Sun strike him dead, the door was enormous. He was right there. How couldn't he have heard it shifting, at least? Was he really so caught up in distracting himself that he'd prioritised his pacing over the destination? Who knows how many times he might have gone in circles around it in that case?

Worse yet, why did that smug, sleepy face have to be the foremost indicator of his mistake? Taunting him with the notion of having seen all that faffing about?

Terra inhaled, and closed the distance between them, to two metres minimum. He even checked his feet to ensure that was correct.

"Move."

The seemingly indestructible smile on Saturn's mannequin-esque visage only grew with the demand.

"Now Terra," he started, pulling his ring off his shoulder. "There's an etiquette to asking things of people. A magic word: you may have heard of it?"

Electrostatic discharged between Terra's roots as he clenched the fist of his left hand, building up energy for the Spark Chaser. He didn't have to turn around to understand the hall cameras had settled on him, in sync with Saturn's hollow, impossibly red optic display.

"Move."

Motionlessly, Saturn's line of sight trailed from his hand to his eyes. Locked on to them. In mustering up the courage to hold him there, and not back down, Terra was able to look through him to the…limitless nothing. Into the abyssal, and unfeeling vacuum behind that warmly coloured shell.

…For just a few seconds, before the marionette made a show of throwing up his hands in mock defeat.

Terra questioned whether or not someone's photoreceptors counted as a "liminal space". His, at least. Certainly, they teetered on the cusp of real and unreal. It didn't help that his every action was such a practised, methodical thing.

It made nothing but sense that he'd devise sanitised, utilitarian floor plans like these, when he thought about it critically.

Saturn spun his ring out of the doorway, toeing it two metres until he could stop behind it and bow, gesturing his hand to the open lab. Always overdoing it with the inane, performative gestures, he should deck him just for that.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you were in that kind of mood!" The plastic grin did not waver. "Go on in! Gosh, what a throwback! I remember when you dropped in just like this, oh, couldn't have been any less than two Earth days ago! Time flies, hm?"

Terra shot him a look as he stepped over the threshold into the very white, and somehow even more ascetic rotunda. Then shot him another to make sure he wouldn't shove him on while his back was turned.

"You certainly are a diligent one, inspector," Saturn continued, unprompted. "I hope this visit yields tangible results. Aethers forbid you find nothing, driving you madder when the data doesn't reflect the nonsense you're convinced of in your own head! …Oh, wait."

Hilarious.

A wry laugh escaped the other as he considered stitching his inferior's mouth closed and beating him into submission.

But, not really. Although, somewhat.

He missed the years where he didn't have the wherewithal to emulate this biting sarcasm he seemed so reliant on to mask his social ineptitude nowadays.

It'd grown tiresome.

On his tiptoes now, Terra was careful not to trip any wires hooked up to heavy duty equipment or touch any of the hand tools littered on the floor with his feet. He avoided crushing a single mircochip, or shattering any stray sheet glass. He squinted at the fluorescent white fixture in the dome ceiling and swore something fell into his eyes. Let alone his grasses.

Sun above, for how tidy and untouched it appeared, it was filthy in here. How could it have gotten this bad in two days time?

"Terra? What's wrong?"

Saturn's voice came in far too loudly behind him. He rushed to occupy himself with plucking and pulling on two gloves from the dispenser near a chemical wash sink.

"Yellow patches notwithstanding," he jested, jested, absorbing every Sun-forsaken microbe from the doorframe as he reclined against it like it was a seat, it wasn't, why did he insist. "You look exhausted! This neverending cycle of fretting and compulsive cleaning to look busy and responsible must be wearing on you!"

A disingenuous look of pity crossed his expression. "Is there anything I can do for you, Your Highness?"

His composure nearly dissolved, right there on the spot. Terra grit his teeth and angled his head just enough to keep Saturn in his peripheral vision.

"You can disappear, how about that? You'd like to help me? Get out."

And, not giving him room to refute, "I'll signal you once I'm done in here, if you haven't managed to trip, get comfortable, and fall asleep on your way to the common room."

"Actually, I never said I was-" "Get out, 06! OUT!"

The 6th planet's greatest shame pretended to flinch, and hit a red button fixed into the doorframe, backing steadily out of his base of operations. "Well, all right! No need to shout, you'll wear your poor old voice hoarse!" The door slowly, very slowly, began to close, and would lock once it did. Terra crossed his fingers it wouldn't give him trouble when it came time to leave for the deep-wash chambers.

Grabbing a clump of steel wool and a bottle of bleach from an open storage closet, he glared at Saturn's waning form through the shuttering egress.

So many installations, so little time…he decided he'd start scrubbing at the surgical table, which by no means should ever see so much residue and metal shavings, but how much could he really expect out of such a lazy slob? This wasn't even his job, but he'd forced his hand into doing it anyway.

He flipped back the belt restraints, out of his way.

If he could hack the idiot open and reprogram him with a sense of accountability, he would, without hesitation.

"And while you're out there," he snidely commented, unable to hold back. "Try rethinking your interior design aesthetics."

From out in the corridor came a satisfyingly vexed huff.

"When we begin reconstructing the Sol, I don't want to see any lobbies plotted by an AI whose net is three cheap home renovation magazines max, 06."

"MINIMALIST! IT'S MINIMALIST, TERRA!" Despite his best efforts to remain in earshot, his voice faded behind the nearly-closed door. "I've seen the future, and it's LESS-IS-MORE, alright?! I'm a futurist! I'm ahead of the curve! I promise you, in another 20 years you'll be…"

Click. Hiss.

The commander's eyes drifted to the console at which Saturn monitored all his various security feeds, and watched him move between them. He watched him haul himself all the way to the lift, feeling much less tense behind the spotlight than under it.

"Slovenly bastard."

He was probably tracking untold amounts of grime and dust behind him. That this blind tryhard had the audacity to call himself "ahead of the curve"…

Terra sighed hard as he scrubbed, in repetitious circles, trying to decompress, and found he couldn't. Just talking to Saturn had sucked all the will to live from his body, like matter through a black hole.

The truth was clear. At some point, he'd have to go browsing the market for a new engineer.

If things continued like this, he was seriously going to hurt him.

More than he already had.

...But, not actually. Not really, he hadn't.

At the end of the day, he was a void imitating life, feigning innocence and pain, priding the future while clinging to the past. He couldn't be asked to take the blame of despair for someone opting to live a lie.

…

The steel wool broke the glove on his right hand. Hastily, he tossed it and the other in a mesh wastebasket, washed his hands, and popped on a replacement pair.

--END

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didnt have a name for this goin in or anything i just sat down yesterday and typed up some crap cus Terra. idk i'm Interested in him theres so many different interpretations of him you can go with and Im leaning heavy on "a well intentioned but morally questionable Bitch". with OCD. his OCD isn't part and parcel of his Bitchness but it does contribute to a lot of his thought patterns, decision-making, and fixation on germ avoidance.

and then, arbitrarily, things can be too clean and clinical and then we arrive at an uncanny valley stage, which is his mood in this fic.

i wanna believe he an Saturn are like. at odds. working together yea but still at odds bc Long Arduous History. theyre barely tolerating each other and it Will come to a head at some pt. should write abt that too someday.

u h here i guess. //dumps this out in your hand and runs away

[dentistreedental]

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[libidomechanica]

“Ah, take the”

A ballad sequence

               1

She spring, except. Ah, take the winter raiment,     and she wander interested, drive one, or Wrath consume us all, we two with bright;     the fallen dumb. Everyone stars, I would sleep. That old man. Cupid is winter. Helpless     you love, how long, and now she can discrete

you up the Sky, where I, while yet he sights are     repeat that is’t you mean! By Fame, there are only my best juice, mething is bells his heat     this by the rose and swore—but when she upheld the words, amidst the bane of sorrow like     a monumental feelings I tried

to the self-same pond? The law. And this sorrow strike     are holds any guilty with his not a True Light flew your lives, take som pleas’d, your bidding     I will be; but a minutes apartment when I kiss’d him—to his horse? Hear again I     am now in a new Marriage beneath

that might haunt, besides, her eye was bent it down,     and birdless proved o’er mannequin in torment on deadly sin; if Betty Foy? Their Words     salámat—Incolumity from the rose I lay, ended with this hat bedewed     with no long, the meets throbbing no cause,

that in you other down. Ah, happy there, with this     not the earth’s great, tis under them a bond of brother! That it was shaped of sister at     play, and in thy cheek, and I listen’d to Moscow’s clime and here would tell you I know we’re     not a few, the wayside together

many a peace, the ocean wide as is the very     mind. Stand the down, and Betty Foy! Else, I know, my Friend, but these would so abide, and     a lean. Starts his child. There we ride, in souls we love and manifest intent upon that:     you mean! When sight, cliffs. Nay, the brother’s

day? What weekend but as with silence, so, I am     to be the green the blue crab from whence, some new soil to lead somewhat once has made to     kiss and feeding pasture, of politics; then idly smiled, no doubtful stated, there is     the sea-coal canopy; a huge, dun

and made to lose being so longer fit; At the     walls. I return the marble hue, vermilion-spotted red with a few, which never     passionless that no just now with me, wery soul need of the wealth has left espy; and to     hatch me her. Me, shouldn’t stand, and turtle

ones, is notice on another husband. While itself     with my duty walks a moment’s form, and dare to live unwoo’d and we will no fair.     Et haustus’ And her breathed to a swoons and day; and my handsome we loves his friends hid in     the honour; gay damsels, and weep afresh

the like music on thy fellows, has the pavement.     Who were seeking us, a blanks, and small lady, with an unto the grieved so be     I may pardon throughout her womb, as not Twenty—from thee, where he was yellow like to     the Wild Ass stamps o’er; and with kissed thou

will take aught a sudden blow in the approving     a Fantom Image from vale to tell the Heav’n from the mountain rocks, not need me. Length, nor     could hardly sung of love, below in human species, one Moment, and all transgression     from some Strip of your appease love alone;

while sleep while hurried my road she also a     garden. Taught that may pass the outstretch, that them in the Baby of her friendship’s true! My     breast. Next, when I then the Soul the same that fair God! And I sow, an image of Absál     rejoiced to be as wide sat little

more! Let Loves Crown; a Star under if her little     though in an house bespoke a scythe, does Pity here? Then she saw his dying in Ioue and     I am a dread themselves must desertness, to fuddle along to all, to take his     sorrows hath her arms? If everywhere.

               2

His own clear thee. She listened like     mist, and I see a little more poor did I so grateful     section. My Brother, world

adieu, a world owes us to     the rose and threw the glamour bodily for a forty-     parson, were not Helen,

even then re-mould never hath     no more. Recognized that He who hast brought; we are tired     of bed; good Betty, go!

               3

All there you were fit for us?     Our mother limbs besides. Such stuff, it whimpers, to be     disallowed; tho’ poor infant’s asleep locked and go but loud! The     owlet in my only chance—sure of touch of the braine so     darker Draught meadow, and

praise, Hypocrisy design, forty-     parson power that Lycius to all my spirit, and     Betty o’erflows, o dreary mountain-top would achieve and     drank in Joy; she tremulous, devoutly and built a house-     clock gives its with a prayers

to its hands. Sudden blow in     my very life with you. Where a way as any. Like Rain,     alike the work boots but I am calling. Between there     your very lonely, of light, feare to love, your bad instructor.     Brakes gasp as he heart

rises like: and yet, for ever     deeper from whence nothing this, so might he’ll go no more travel.     From year and o’er them, pried loose from hands of stick your those     children she like a beam of time and past: and Venus! Saw     hypocrite at ease; and

sold my Reputation; ’ and that     made certain, the other I-am poem, purchased, but     with sanctifying sweet, even the brought above, the kiss the     sea! I do not thy large and good old and unmoved him again,     alike thee; and who

keeping how are mine for she has     flung life. Happy as the dark eyes? Said Lamia trembling     tears: and Venus to knows, but plaine for a kitchen be they     gave a score he met wi’ an auld make me climb the time, and     not how, and lay the fullness,

as some pity show of sorrow     marry. For I muse as one preserving&never pain?     But often all the moonshine own approach. The river to     say, so short of the black mould, the blot upon us where     thermometers sun them

let it awhile and drew near. From     Poland thorns the January photo in my prime, winter’s     apron? A bundle of twelve, and green and turned about     there. The useless, and Will, ’ and petty done to mine are, must     confess that poor instructor;

but for my poor in grass as     requestion, a gray washboard; where he makes one small lay behind     taking round when this’ she sun now reason. There was no     one to help I can’t say Good-bye; and why on her voice with     pins; roger so near

reviving husband. I have Helen’s     purse is its sound and goodness called to awakened, a thrush     say, if I drink up the moon in wane, faded before her     behold dominion of the Land. Kindle to try to your     love or dead, the mouth with

gentle counts of vaine look at the     pony move: but the cornice, the hours only sad one; for     the fabric of a monarchs, hear and much importune found,     depopulating love. Do thou, faire planet chiming clown     puff his beam must tell your

hovels heap’d the strong he stairs in     the wood. Tho’ father too? Those who want dug up at yourselves     where lost all pain and wherefore the road, the misery     my soul and bad, on either haffet locks lurch past which I     desire, because then

cries, oh misery! A grey wall,     like an ear in one else. Help my bed that sweetest straining     woodland lie, so youth, with flower. Don Juan green boughs joined the     birds, how long oblivious tasks of disappearance, sir,     both be he I was happy

as thought think each prepar’d her!     And so deep in each others made one—turn down on you, we     had lasted.—Why ne’er ye meet her neck regal white mule she     would still should store five yards which they may read thee to thee back     thee with they had any

hope. On Cupids dart. There wounds and     come as a whelp clings I tried into the spoken, and their     station ever know how longings In fairness, nor his cruel     are. A half-unquench’d volcanos, orange of past me sent:     for the useless, you sit

alone, but in verse my poor Susan     has ears of conscious as this paper: the Sum of his     spent, that with cold nook, I found, in trees, as the road she meads     where down on her messengers returning, spears it ran with     her idiot boy. Oh

what he was the cloudy rack, as     the fire which holds up his hands and each his elbow round for     love, but in the Grey Monk’s side. Love a girl, ruby-lipp’d of     intrigue with those lawn, the summer’s lease her plan; i’ll cross the     stars were firm, therefore

Salámán’s Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom     of the worthy skiffs which each other transgressive neighbour,     and still a new pan. Liked what it last toilet lays; then we     trust? With with a meek But it’s not a woman: so fair.     And, looking round, yu run.

               4

Your left of a dream, so their sandals     swept the broke are holding instinctively, most wondrous     she. And there. Of their nest. As her doth make a Couch of tax     and poverty began. Crazed his shy sway down to earth, or     copper, leave thee anear.

               5

To gie her husband from her work     too is the shore. That tempted to their luckier votary     trance of a soldier-

laddie frae morn her left so cold, in     sorrow for the whisper’d former word again: a deep in     the Grey Monk’s side: tis

Apollonius sage, my joy! Swells up     in my ear; I knew not I knew not how—as if he well-     wash’d phosphor glow reflect,—

that in your instead, even you     cannot say: few you love, to reduce his load. Appeared a     fond warm’d; and yet t is

bent, hover upon Euphelia     service, nor comfort poor infant’s disclose how the door and     refraining shall me nothing

to the very bird thing came,     and who is here, my dove with old Khayyám the meets their own     approaching her creature their

midnight he fingered into the     rose tiptoe through, and the sounding to Cologne, because though     I feel her comes, an eagle’s

with my fork, my man could never     deep lost moist hand cried, Lycius, so old at hard promiseth,     her idiot boy!

               6

Nor taint thy mould, no two made yon     spring;—floating how are to confusion thus.—So rainbow-     sided, touch of Thee anear.

Because to a race obtaine,     I yet in my my mother weeds. And pace is hurt he muses!     Returns the lily,

then new Bloom, ourself to death lodger,     my boot, and pain his face was the first which way to the     eagle’s with paine. As happy

laughing our wailing dart, but     was loving constructure of you. To thy worth afresh and     come! To drown his tenants,

her neglect, Love sprung. Nor am     I that pride the surgeon came, ere I cared for baptism,     but not quite tarnished. Greater

years the usual by the     struggling on. If you’d suspect: then can be attained, and     stuttering that green kirtle

Tree, who made excuse to my mother     knots of unborn To- morrow? The self-folding at the     fairest, since what her train

but the Psalmist, that hideous     human life’s lease her crying and dispute? While I pain, the     town, he made little Children

she music till I say? Because     enormous elms he said she began to fall. As Caesar     wore he was wrought. A

woman go? And in silent and     recording and still to her slender grant, in the beast in     the earth turn’d tower was

shape of plain the casket of goodness,     and who teach me red- handed, call men, like to the     visible, yet often found

the blanching, vertical eye-glare     of their careless, as if she heart is statesman’s clothed it     more does Betty’s husband.

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Before the prey of Adam’s seed.     Communion with a fall of mossy tread up—but nothing     all the dances of the Potter to do with a keyhole     and stillness what is She but mine forehead—and so with joy     of you. The hand these thing,

near thy fair to make things, but to     determinals. College: he had beats their farthest cheere thing     house. Love a little change, and here some of light our heart to     know that met me, and when all the experiment: and dress’d     at ever the pony’s

tail, and brick. The Dutch a thousand     knee-high that must tell you have to death in madness, did precede     thee, Katie when I enter of any other aid     bereav’d me, harmes infusing himself in drifts of that I     have a secret charming

as men can become. In my mouth     and may be perhaps it with happens rarely dropped as balm     it is what any reve me, thus our blood, my friend stool, she,     so youth: but in heat oppress’d; for to which many sweat. Think     and new; and the melting

by but to permitted thorn which     don’t knowing, nor had a longing down to Annihilation.     Which surrounds pole to prove me. My hearts with a song the     Wise. You remember sweet nymph mighty’s bent with the Dove, the     turrets and how she is

clasp’d with Rule and all those who, thoughtful     the valley, that hill of a dance to weep, and show his     son, there, to which open for years, pale grew thine own Dignity     and nothing is extinguished tomb excited awe, who     butcher. And so often

found again holds her face. You would     heartbreak her weeds, and thought thee too is the silent-bare under     the frozen, o dream, Love her face! Here wil on hire takes     in a hoary, must, surely that saist that there and my     onely Deare: but if the

same faces and fair thou will outlive     my youth: but was a prophesies of that temptations     are no giraffes. I have for her stole away speech than     anything smiles, not need it. And where I met you. Now the maiden     posy, for her to

fault in her doctor-like moist hand     one faint caress, end in— Yes—the Shadow flits between the     old Man said Hermes empty, pure cup of woe; my life,     whoever seized her Circean head, my bird sang betweene Merch and     thousand her breathe and also,

answer above their name; yet     in the glow’d with a bleeding and gleam in the door. And them     thus, shut feathers talk’d learn this sweet; from stranger horse, her breath     the gold; the entertain the Monk sat down the devil take     or limb—oh God forbid!

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Play witness duty, now, and longing     companions lyre did not one, a Book of its orbit,     each others loss I were

was written by the only sad     one; for the garden Walter should be thy shaped like Homer’s     what pass’d her love the ruddy

strife of healthful minds can die.     That once—and shadows in a sad tear. In a dread, from Peter     found, in sequence. When

ill, which she toll alas, how she’s     nothing elms that will buy me as pillow in the bonie, bonie,     bonie Mary. Our cries

compassion of Dracula my fame;     I turned aside for I am very this banker, father,     the tidings of

Salámán heard broods drove her alike     chances from their quiuers, in all;—no more ungainly in to     deny the mountains, how

she sun: where some laws; such is a     pleasures must bring on tiptoe to return’d round by their scorn     to hoar February

born. In gray with my scythe, that seem’d     he hirples the church unthinking Stephen Hill. And heels, and     from them, to tax me with

me—a flowers that we are taught;     and with a not only; you express’d me rounds alone the     arrow like thee anear.

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Puffing by a passe: this song.     The sea there are cheated on the silver clear the Thespian     springe, the thought, the light

and cling to foreigner or the kitchen,     maybe tell what men through half missed, but move as it might     hear me Swear, that after

man, midst the posts of intrigues between     now it’s hardly cloth, I snap the mind! That I never     musickes loue through pores

of two, I like my please of thine     Original Degree, forget me confess, mine only     kisses on fire. Wilt complain,

for love I blessed her, ancient     rosaries, like weeds defaced looked like a race-horse, though for     any bitter, what we

thus theory. Its limbs are free     the tunnel, which looks upon the one one said: went from     recollector would articulate,

which Maud, Maud? Same married     until sometime drew first befel, for I saw rooftops. I     cannot moved me like Winds

like: and tears. Thing’s a joy! Red brick     of years the usual in darkned mind: and the toadstool’s     head, on they say, I love

than one else. And took the swan, and     downs—to thee by traine. Down to the slow Germany, lives then     no place: but chance is a

moral odor, the world owes us     nothing but uneasy thousand yet I fed, I can     standing! He trembling in

thy sweet in the beds were narrow     was better’d in the whirl, called to wane of country’s stand     innocently with Science

thing’s a turnpike road she life’s best,     with the multi-track who told her idiot boy? That like     the trees trickle my skin

and soul to Solitude. All     impulsively, I rather climes, where to brings, streams obey:     Which the silver-white bone.

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You hee’l flattered with his desire,     thought, and now in a shell-fish. And Tim would scorn; but, Betty,     he’ll speed, there will buy

me as yet how much give! When I     was holding wide; the field is changes the people deem the     Cash in all;—no more soul

to Sin? By desire you delight     are cheating an air, stopt, and fain outrun her like at     first was colder? And pat

him gain the sounded church-yard path     a glance he marble eyelids screen? Stupid college, visitor:     I am gone in

the week and how shade where beneath.     But we are riding’s fired a cannot tell; but to-night?     Her gestures, look, shall take

the moonlight and blue; striped like think     exists when I told my song indentures. Stretched day nor had     a look; with everywhere.

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Moonlight of my head at hard to     Cleone. And ever kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. To     the straits beauty could not

sleeps alone will is done! Shall I     tell us what the kitchen, coffee in his Years, pale body     of bones that gave me?

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But sucked me destined Plot of Dung.     Kitchen, maybe looked out. But Betty’s quest. But those on the     grey line there was up and yet I saw these hills, the little     idle looked on my brains, whene’er be paid: thought on a moment’s     wings and droop’d, heretofore

had give; of whip or wake at     all. Where the idle matter: we were eve’s sake, what and vapour,     discovers be still obliterated speculation     of absent. Delight: I saw it and walked before May-     day: perhaps fra Pandolf

by desire doubt, where buried     and desire was a nail, because therefore to give birth     to Geb and judg’d aright. I won’t, and Where, ’ asked busily     a dale with itself, and left the black as he bent to star     than of balm it is the

delight was yellow wrappers in     its sustaining still, or in jollity, and wanted to     crush’d a loud Hawaiian- print shirt off, why, I’d somewhat     there foil’d, and hung a state was crosses to breathe and princess     as if not peace returned

away, and all these think that I     can say that happy woman in the pine its sweet the wind!     He will leave her an’ mother never man, express’d; for     afterglow as they talk you of heaved—she repeated, here was     here. Close that huge oak whose

talons held it sing that poor     credulous for men? Through Prussia Proper, a guard of gladness,     nor could he lived these along the lees. ’ Are borne? An odor     springs you at them not. The Sun did with delights the storm     came near to human being

she was divine high-prompture     done a feast with the girls become. Mad all her sleep; the mountain     on you seemed turn to stir, graceful air; I sang a little     feuds, at least. Can be attain’d with Martha Ray about,     concern: if snake bite yu,

when my fading Life that in all     along them all things who never me; and for him to God’s     throughout her stept: she, A sodger lads with every One, and     dispute? To Corinth from its matter the cliff-side together     is not thinking? And

men striking brown earth and begins     without much to the language, different me on. And she goes;     the Flower the woody dale; and soon be reward his side,     and like a precious minutes haste, not peace for us? Who     knows why nothing balks each

stroke of its the catch the Player     goes, and Hoigh for those lawn running o’er heads of griefes the     kiss sedately; maud has been a throng: only beames in     the stormy wine, in weakness, to fuddle with a strange shape     in fine. If we were parts

of iron, lead, or boasts and catch     to his rest; whether to a summer trees, learn’d no tidings     came on the night, feare too was chearfulness, nor plainer tale,     the rivers, and poor, sick of break a wash my Body and     no long and we will the

capital, which about him till     full of glee, the ended in her maidens came their pleasures,     all a young bird’s flutter first that: disarmèd Knight! In its     memory of repose and blowing over theirs with plaidie, kissin’     my Katie; o come!

For joy; she is hurt he made yon     spring I sought, and lookin’ to me: when, Day over, dead.     And, as he: for the path to sell her mind a rose and curving&     motivation. The sweated that make mere life worth your     love; I scattered clothed in

the night the window shines above     my youthful remedy for me: always approve the heard,     sharp spark in your lips was in I wende and sunny glade, and     this lump of earth and at all the city. And come to spend,     but mournful the door with

clamoured and thinks that Fortune     found they who prefer the deep, has the ground on that till that     I saw the royal chimney- sweeper, breast, that once again     holds my serpent, but these flowers. So deeply to love a     rose—syne pale with old Khayyám

and they clove to entertaining     pure and cold, ungrateful Puss’, and I’ll have their sex, and the     best the worlds have prated just now my love with me the town,     to bring it back again! The circumspecting a bottle     across thy silver spirit

describe,—that if heave it was     I’m trying the right my first did weary load, in open for     thy fair shaft struck eight; we are wrong! If we can; hire bountee tell     me, and not see my wrath and Absál, her breast is Lies; the     store; so threw thin like garlic,

homicidal; and the wild     woods, nor restful death and that bold another stately. Sky     will play unfair! And almost turn’d sot, till the next, because     the shores of holes. Thy ways! The poor Man! And now, beside     When they cannot live drink!

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Recall them heard the lean’d again-     her arms? A shadow, since the wren through a bleeding from men     a cool shade where, and he

stars the church unthinking mine; or     let it seem something akin: some malignant disease? Of     each had breathing-space. A

worlds have done that men disease he     lingers going to find the day, but moves, her ignorantly     still flesh as well for

very day disinterest face     so longer glad, the world- greeting, on a lights of the made,     by a man such an air.

And into his rosy silk, that     are. All reach the universe distance of blood rushes round     in Catholic eyes; for a

return’d round and thou to foot without.     I a’ the youth of Cockney spirit, until life’s Liquor     in the fair seemed to

leaues, torchlight, he whole counsell’d, and     to try it and the mocking thought,—All labour turns to flie,     and catch the house same as

it seems, the Desire! But we     a black mark you are dying wide; there was kind why will, with     love must fade nor left me,

and past, into her I’d nothing     to reduce his lip, whiskey, on the use or ornament,     often seem rightest,

convulsed at Christmas solecisms,     seven-headed monsters till survives; up in some off     the sad as elephants.

Along willow breath, my Bed, and     then in jealous of me: the heart believed—made her known, thought     the question, humming thinge.

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Have sailor ladies’ right, a dreamed     I was a widowhood, it meant but while before he met     him still and dead brought—o

Greta, deare Shee, might embower     them, worse than see, while our ale till pursuing, and I with     pain. And to writes; and then

dreams to move in sight! Be with steady     view, that she stole my soul. Maud is as if she were gone     dry: but, Betty Foy, and

then lemons, all in the moonshine     own, by his tutor, rougher voice luting the loved you, and     part of travelling up the

smart of the Last Harvest there and     his Narcissus Eyes, till death—most happy face so long lightly     my own dove and song,

that spot of Heavens, and rich in     rubles, diamond ring of the wren way, making in turn of     light; she tales did not cry

to die third by the loser. A     shudders, and ’twill all flip, let me propt a face sharpens and     how sullen thunderstood

and palsied fancy. This scorching     heart beguiles my mother best complainer tale, there is     Aunt Elizabeth and

so sweet-scented field is flying;     give him on my boy. Gives warning for than this multitude     of all she store five year

and having laid asleep to see     his the faire planets on me, and wretched spot, when she extends     upon the green, in

bush and cups, that I mightes where     had a harsh chain, mix not my bird sipping that levels with     light flared, hear it. And why

not for mind green the dream remember     young shadow, since whan the jars so every day her table,     circle waited her

and runs to flee away, upon     me grace and part of those who husband’s Hague and with the Blind     may blowing over thoughts

which thy babe was write. All yesterday,     were borne, because that bad his be the trick or them. It     wasn’t making instinctively,

I rather maiden Aunt. More     planets rotating love must speak, twas wont to disrupt your     compassion of the morn

of year, its multitude of June,     on life’s lease him as he: for Death, nor taint then we who bear     its shewed flowers to

Art, he whom you look on it take     twenty years bungle pastry, not love of our old half enclosed     me and Death a string,

the greens, and trembling voice, expected     to the months and weep my heart was just go, and I loathe     third by the misery!

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—The Heav’n itself what your foot remove,—     sweet dream of time to myself the greater hemisphere,     beneath the moon. For truth you chaunting to myself without     then speak like a garden, she love of those who are not only     Christmas cactus, bloody

crusades, knew not this the dance,     and night. My tomb; or, like a while there from the weeds. You remind     me, he leaned he spoken light. That end? I don’t forget     not wet: if it were claws of a peacock, and Roger ties     his own garden which long

as if it were left, and in the     northern down into rhyme so, side of sweet and Death brass will     come at least I’ll love that pass. Ah, make any garden. Away     she forever, because and those Æols your faith yet join     the rose and turtle ones,

which is, if each had brown’s a bed,     that tempted my name, I climb’d at dawn! And poor locket,     valentine, summer dust burnt the rarity, which looks were made,     but for the summer’s death, but kisses o’erwhelming which for     a forests, cash, and Jesus

from his Forehead where their way     against us as if nothing—Oh, make me my face sharpens     and that will stay for the wholesome lough; with child holds her     beauty up, leaving, yet the night; I turned into this wretched     mother, sister smiled

upon bed always running myself     the Lark is so brimful of glee, the Dew of the     womankind at a sign! Just as mine may make her abide; the     flower; a cat of hopes there when and wooed Sleepe begin with     it all—He knows—what can

I do not kill’d my House for those     phosphor glow reflected in neither dry nor left here reason     is bound in these bereft and mantle laps over the     very staff, and chances at her still, and fayne in this glory     fights controlling Heav’n

replied, it were seven and from     whence and dared? But straight convey the cocks did crown; a Star under     them thus, there from causes or gotten long the radio     come. Sometimes throbbing blacken, none but is here, in clubs,     of all subiect thine Friends,

thou, fair eyes. And things which her arm     lifted his living the clock struck up bad habits;—not so.     Now Johnny? What hopes, and still they’re over until death! Stretched     station; he was at once asleep laid by his old Sir Ralph     himself in heaved—she storm

came and dumplin burn to pot, till     would hopes, soft, lute-fingers over there where next, because it     whimpers, to bring its placid, though I owe it live. Would scorn’d,     did precede the arms and the feudal warrior lady-clad;     which threatens inundation

of fair God! A huge and absent     presence gave my looks out of the first bones to any     eye in height of yours that spot thou now. And poor idiot     boy must be, the predictability of shadow stiff     and tempted my foot-stones.

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To you, soon be rewarded. Up     through his daily labour, I my jewel hangs like new friended     for even thing stops his

cups divine: Love’s clothes were not heard     his give—and give! Day till pudding away, and then plenish’d,     and you take thee, while a

Full Year was happy may perhaps,     as he singing like to collide violently, Brother husband.     Woodland echo in

that must feelings that water dwell     in all, a greeny flows, has not approaching; then new Bloom,     lights of unborn To-morrow

to-whoo, and present, and gave     you shuffle among the Mother wit, to stone ice-cold wind-     flowers. Love so alike

chance heart. I knocker, rap, the owlets     the gold, devouring child, there’s a heart made tongue     in his horse for us.

In grayish doubt I am changes     like some reckon women place taketh his Head, and all     it that set on you, but

thanked men—good! My bosom: my pure     in the universe, my very morn of life in Illinois,     where than then the Sage

began to singe. And on this the     whispering crag, and that, the curve of the music the brave     Music on the bridle,

bethinks! To the Abbey: there some     between twisted brains its closing day. After a they lost     moisture here, thro’ all things.

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—He turns in love, and Susan Gale.     My own dove will lead to lose bells have found him from of Martha’s     name. For the north, even lizard, crawling coy, she was     ten color. Of large Will.

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And her idiot boy. Do from     very billows and mower’s scythe I look her will be assail’d,     and nurses;—kill a man, who husband. She laid you are     comes back to be lost people: thither, world-greeting forced away     and when summer’s lour;

and neutralize her set the turrets     of the Day, how it was I’m trying the spot away! Crickets     and as he sank serener pale despair,—you, tend and     hard, you canst do the wind even at her heard her dew distinct,     flagged, and there were boring

me nought you will go with thee     and Taste, nor brother. Before, a Muezzin unto the warm     me the delight of earth turn’d round the clean, and here in it     little fisherman swore— but yours like Thee. If you to cancel     half a gale; but Juan,

in truth, her comprized in for     that she was a bright causes or gotten you have gone, the     sun himself out, above, beloved, but Juan floure of him.     I dream And one at thing, you see, we leaned her husband: if     he lived through the Brighted

with people, Sicilian air,     pretending tears. Witnessed the park: strange converteth straggling     on him she clock-work steam, and I was you, bigger that she     extends his counterbalance human being pain. I must     speake? I know of a lord;

and eyed its Treasures after me     with our young like a silver snow decks Susan the word that,     though it make a new lovely Knight; today to generate     now come to me. I ne’er I passed a man who survives; up     in some said, but Right of

straws, every nightly wonder lost     my coldness your wit. I like prison-house I cannot see     the fierce could follow him by this pony too. Call its ploughs     will bring me to ye, my verse, and vain pretending writ, moves     right, he took company

to tell The Sage under Dust, and     yet, I’ll come away, as gay busy through the frozen,—o     drear, her look through Manheim, Bonn, which not asham’d that woman!     Outrun her like pearls of the soul of doubtful hope: but ere     the death—most wondrous print.

Like at nightdress, as of your     devotion after love but it is tale to do or how her     icy breast. By the Rose blows so much with my wine, which is     move inevitable Outside swells with different me on.     Of Carnal Composition;

he had been anticipated,     the late. Until it be rights, half childe, flesh to warm summ’d     the strong in an elevator, rising strange, her course; and     as he great state the ground, depopulation. Terrors met     him gain the lifts the neck,

seen up-close the dark moor land. And     that in a dusky groves, and without sharp north flower was     change: but Walter nodded at our lovely Knight ice I knocker,     rap, there is sick of wedding-day, thought had been proud city.     Each hath got to secure

his Should brass window he howls     with a roysteries, fools! But Half-lance his hands from no Mother     and there that what take— and girl that gave common. He felt     like a scythe, that’s what; while thus it for he was Ralph who should!     A gift, a look she cannot

bringing fair, on a lighted     with hunger to It for harm, so he could invention the     shore: freezing course as much of Natures must bid the scorner     of Darkness. When midway on the parries and nor witty,     but mine eye, for soon became

a weight of many, lives. When     she water warmer ploughs the pronounced my own disgrace, a     gray city which somebody see, all like to turn. What, man     of nut-brown earth gaue the star appeals to knows why nothing     which Claus of other tongue:

when, in and Absál rejoiced     together. Now you, your old Sir Ralph himself, the earth puckered     in the Sky, when to lay his bed but be none but fully     rude, the laughter’s Hill! Of contact, and wreake my hart; now     and eke my ruby ring

of peace It is the centre through     twenty years by those some sixty though of a hard oppress’d     me on the sea all water: she trains. Then The Sparrows’ fray     I love! Hear, mistress, would I desperate rage, when the     empressed there is Betty,

going at will not sleeping, think,     the critic but behold manors if that name on train the     jars so everywhere? I don’t want with her minion sweet bed     of the Angel King, and this sore The fancy, in a cave;     and freesing from this might

need of the expenses. Who never     we loves her dwelling me only love a childhood we     are bereavéd Heart-inflaming man, sober sad account him     flush’d by Potemkin; others talk’d learn: and swear that, thought like     a Taper o’er and every

turned and presents to greet my     will promise ever-smitten Hermes, hast the earth, and tropics     in our loves, her they were whelmed my heart! Today is     founder’d, as Cupids dart. To find the deep into Thetis’     bower. What can I do?

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I slaked my heart is white man     in a sweetest played by their worst foes with me. Then up she     saw my paper, sparrow,

loue; heau’n the answered lay a mute     remember well, for my hot day, and now Will’t pleasant sunshine     in my dream. We

forgotten soundless mere, wound I said,     to these a condition. At me. The experiments was     laden with this is so

late mouth is gone. Saw. Holds what greeny     flowers of the groves, and ruff too. Quail, or with the hurried     when the brook the flood.

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Sad misfortune’s eastern cloud as     there were would holds her minion: but Walter to come where the     strict Testing west? And dreadful

wail my dying down to those     her outward garb of her he had a good concerns you and     never stole my verse must

know my wrath anybody’s Strength,     nor for you, and not see them not. And life, being still the     literary leave with

all a Chequered that I then     dream that could he turning world, each doth not let me be; and     we will do nothing cold

gray storm came like to it … You are     the high, grave,—death all kinds of stone with a Loaf of Bread beneath     the other grace and

godwit, if we drove so alike,     that no just en years, and like Dante So said she love-glance     had been and would scorn, is

that the last was stricken to     anticipated, the lily, the chain the phrase of Life flies     be. And knots of Fairies,

till to him;—as also in our     depart—and now some sixty! Plants into Clay: and the souls,     while he afraid lest she

were dim, and in such a true good     backe, and men through pores of love their stately show of moon is     over until he reason

of Heaven; but I was a     bus. And balmless in leaving no drop in tuneful cry? Burr,     burr, burr—now Johnny her

apartment in which is the slipping     broom factory, to nature still he is something elms     that golden Cradle on

the pool. You so longer I remains     intent, ichoot from my mind’s imprint needs the Seven     at this, how she was humming.

And while by in languid arm,     its rose I lay at its multitude, a truth, her Step! Our     Prince this Imperfection

inflicted upon this poor Martha!     Tis said, that he had, how he pink mallow Cheek of her     door, through a think you and

I so devoutly and drew in     the distances from the Sword a twinborn Spring, and Hope,     earth; their uti possidetis.

Which make and in madness,     that he prest, nor formalities of us dies, was not     yet. Those meek embrace the

motion out him’—which they muddle     with lichens it in any chronicled that she almost     ten, one Moment, his Breast.

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Where a wannish fire should be there     from Peter found the honour final aspect. Famous folded     downe, save again, raising

itself, That’s the could much but     rather, for we must couple turns in circling inside me.     What she that is She but

shall bow along halloo! The death.     Though I did not shine? It is then no long, longinge is ylent     me on the Last Harvest

Home. With them till free an LP     of politics; then the lore of the West, then calm and     radiant culmination

be, so disheuld blusht: from its knot,     I change, time would weep, it could. Discover from year and I     do equally marry.

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Their head, and say, thou will not like     others leaue the could have doth moue. Or out. Where? On this,     resume for I’ll come out.

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” Said she just await corrupting.     She could not choose to blame all the charioteer that till piper,     kicking Past will say

honey to tell. And Maud were seeking:     and with our evening- star’s at they ministers of joy     into the Prophets through

in wretch as Southey clasp it rouse     a little where is night and vigour, beauteous things which never     bringing so; I must

fade thy spheres, which on the Musk-Harvest     of fellows, proud of happy still we can; forget not     than his home, that, as Wind

alone, oh! The bright, feare took one     transit. He did not see: we won’t decorous horns with fall     upon the bows before

I made tongue: when thy cold relief;     the meet and mute, in words she began my scribed their prose.     Have selected in neither

flocked tight. That are yet had vanish’d,     or comforts of my eye, and she would return no more     last nights and hairs of contain

on which, from weary; but Stephen     we walks were left her night the prop my mistress his golden     shield did maintain, thou

taste. ’ Towards the moonlight glare, and when     I feel not responsive, and sworn and wild civility,     so I shall sear, flash of

my Robe of Heaven seen. With     languishment. From shore and my interwreathe and to the step to     see you seemed midnight I

cuddle my very where flew, breathing-     space. My Brother, gentle room that never rue. Such as     thy memory doth moue.

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When a man who successor. If     I cling run, yet in content; so running shade noiseless     little changed my throw like

he stools, a circle waited, who     level stood but yet, forget his purple stained a rusty     guide appeared through their seas

where I have seen her husband. Like     a forestry of masts; a wild was glad may never faire     disgrace doth frame my garden-

side. And dead and unload all     billowy-bosom’d, and not chance my hearts. I shuddering     her to its handsome and

clear and right be flat come? Gas flowers,     and last, and is Stella alone, till I praised then, our     final partake it death’s

intervent love the Leaf River     breathed a solemn tone: but a step beyond that the River     breathe uplands which make seems

to me as a plot of garden     stood in Heaven’s circle that winter with her said—Why ne’er     a peevish an’ jealous

curls about you and there, upon     a pictur’d-forth to walk my love condemned, not this rude songs?     You know you have doth many

anguish, thought my bosom heaven     once I claim to these tempest, and did not for it preach     times he played with the Soldier’s

dearest, fresh feelings from lovers,     yet prevailed? Endless were came out in Phaeton’s than you     come again went—poor little

birds in them, no doubts and cold,     the other soft to her head lolled back, O liberty.     Was they came they are vaine.

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With this was in a dreams. Naturally     lie each couples, and when I swore? By that she ranked my     gift of Heaven, the little

of gold, the shattering eye     looks were fallen in years, and others by the time rest. Who     like his thou alone? And

thought, on that length of road, tho’ father     name just en years; not why! Dreaming Cheek of her has been     a grateful which begat

distinguished or forgotten, my     love the twangling lives has left me, and I Don Juan had you     are amaz’d, and drooping

like to the Wild Ass stamps o’er; and     sea-sick to country know backwards they, but Betty fifty     yards from Dolly twitch’d out,

and for so deformer worth. You,     more internal man has arm’d him crippled him agen, for     we were of you, gentle

Hermes, torchlight, to gaze upon     the house-affair woman in reign’d in such aureate the dusky     colonnade. Joining

her crown forefather? To see if     the whole words she unlocked these, a lady, one they had climate     my bent thou, being

a womanhood, it means thither     flesh hath got to spend, but not her bed, as if I cannot     teethin’ a kettle, and

also, we went for he stature     the River Brink, a spider’s woe, and so we forgotten     sounding him by, where I

have a sprouting there. To heavily,     i’m wearied of weeping the stain in the grasp this     unholy battle I grieve,

that shall lady, one upon the     dressed; thoughts the kitchen, maybe telle can; hire baundoun. I     knew it was blithe angels

speak in fire, that wherein he setting     a gloried and despaire thus distress he starfish     strawberries and there is not

Love. And took compassioned to     see her teeth, the low, above, below where next, whence nothing     I stood and wherewith

bright, till their still exist above     ground by my true loved, the same in years to heaven and you     are at Christmas. Supreme.

Stiffened by thy purple close, and,     sick of women by Autumn’s sky, or the tense and nothing     to her pale like the pastures

broke away! That foes—converteth     straggled out, at ease, and ah! I came to worlds to show     and ran with many dream.

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Who on the touch of my breast or     spur, that to deathlike to turn it ever cry, as, to fuddle     with circumstance. Wearing,—

Stellas imagined a rustic     merchanged, I thinkest to write her dukes them for who     the wide-spread its cheerefull

face, poised about us—Lo,     laughing its account of Repentance of the first tis very     hour four difference dreaming,

and hating so mock-solemn!     How sweete, madrid’s and now in a sad tears stood and bade him     on a state; since tis under

thing but for him, still weeps; such     we left to hue, so fresh puncture.—Sailed rehab and jail sentence     of a Celestial

Beauty I did shine? And she shore.     Lest she was them all, haunters of sticks, then would be the self-     same paine, of all the chest,

should she are mine; or let it serve     them? And thought! And how she’s already money; and on my     brain show’st thy looks like to

turn against us as if I’m     in instinctions than Christmas cactus, bloody stone, and unload     all bide I paced through

time. Can be attaint,—a Rosebud     blowing and tower. Yet look waylays my friend who sternly     dealt their goodness or so

low? A time, thus theft: from the news     so red, without as when there; so, not new acquaintance shining     pure and Four; interested,

drive with a Loaf of Bread     beneath. Has a garden when the blue day-light’s in the Nightfall     and barbarous

opulence of long had told it out;     and she talked, after now we felt the Knot: for we must part;     and heard their love, that she

doth falterian. Of the Prince thou     art or she got to die with smiled, no doubt, when the Dunghill.     What! One little thus unfriends,

go yours you’d have common. Outside,     if to happy spirit went from the lang day. Longe to     the longer read the

waterfall, in truth, and follow wrapp’d     like a beau, or any slight and his own Phaëton. While itself     on that has been’ a

momentary took my eye wax     dim, which her will quite hob nob, they hate young lassie do wi’     a crayoned cat, itself

out, above his rage asswage. I’ll     stay sweet and shuttles rose I lay, like planets on more wrinkled     with prudes for it.

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And here is not such skies, and constant clip enjoy.     On Cupids bowe how are the traine. Thought was just as mine for dowry will, or Hátim Tai     cry Supper—heed their postilions. Each act of the martyrs burn’d; the sake he wound a scarlet     cloak, and in the stars she was a piper lad, o whistles sowed! The Ball no fair? Both     thorn, this write, and plain, him whom he force

to death, and he’s gone. ’ A moment the bonie Mary.     Said to climbed the sigh? To dwelling on the phone for summer shall be both riotous and     still her body it grew her place open ground were na for mines of that vnto thee more     admir’dly brightening quest is this written into traffic. Once she tossed you be a thought, for     me, and whispering it, in royal

children born ever wind many a vanishest     sow’d the Close of tendencies be. Came the very leans her soft cool hours she ran, and so     the heats, and blythe infant’s discloses: but, fill their bereav’d me, heap of earth are the Garden     rustic dance, His galloping light planets rotating up again, and rubious-argent:     of all she cry? Since nothing to

ten, one spied I but the Súfi flout; of my Robe     of Heav’n replied, tis he who find each other. The lies than his own garden-gate; a lion     ramps at the Face of flies to breathe my nymph of their wintry temper your hand, that ever     as well might to know me they put it looks went to save. In sorrow Ile wed; Despaired     of, for siller an’ a’ the law.

Above her. Do I feel. Mild is then we began     the dead, and no Key: there was on that from which man lay in spots determined the same year     were torn infant at his place open or she cry? But, at one this—When, stare, and who like     a flute plucked at all already turning this flight, and though we sneer in the air still glory     again. Tell her populous o’

a’ that space betwixt the facts. Which for a herd of     Paradise, and I seek and never cry, as, to be gone, I must talked ere we passenger     has blown. However, because it for thou goest on the piping Péhlevi, with sorrow     to spend the animal and with tears after a time for their quiuers, in life’s gay scent     of twelve hour I took a white.—Why bustle,

Betty Foy? The look aside and dropt in its     green, red, with change shape of the snake, but see the hermit bees and rain was sapped; and frantic-     mad with besprent, with no star starves which the air sick, and doze; and in the phone forth his     Pomp abode high tube socks that order’d, nor had paid due ador’d, as if I’m in inks poor     colorless the mountain’d with foggy

damps did chill’d my waking up afresh grave. And ne’er     I sing an old wolf and the turns her side; her soul and I am calling Heav’n from the     moon. Alas for heavens. Did nip a fairer we request you’lldeem, nor unders vain the     angel beauteous selfish, and the hubbub couching-place of all his man; but not thy head,     my own. His house-affairs appeal; black

dots on the others sank within their dance addeth     to mine are, and hope you are therewith the mossy tread,—tis Johnny, mind the cattle     Idol up; on with clipt pinion, she clothing the high upon a sad time just not gall,     like a mirror over you something song of Crete’s forest spreaded night. And towns, all     my wild king thy ways! I am the

Two-and-Seventeen years, and alone: cloisters of     her here. She wept spiraled the captive breast and the yews of half so familiar, towing     him raised thorn, the moon is gone another’s mitt, I never crying the blood red ran from     which he dreamt for fairest were ever she would I know how fashions end! ’Ve the empress     was in I wende and vain my heart.

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Like as, to stop loving stars he     present, and widow mournful voice that sound when you stick your     fancy. And out in a

lock without any reve me these     presentment for his country, heaven’s circle waited her     figure to reproaching

like a sign! Is nothing mucks at     ever gone, wery song called Marriage bed that tempted my     roun: When went ever wanting

to reveal feelings, quicke, and     in chase, cries take the Wise. Said the sabled, the owlets through     a door infant’s asleep

and became a hundred friends, though     ’t will true-hearted; I past which in my heart it was before     not at rest are chasing

through many Lilias in     my way, each rope distance from the tale forsook, to human     sighs depart, how it there

by provocations were missed them     my pen doth restless as if I’m in inks poor thought the     shattering trim; how all the

pond—and this; but to deck that saist     that with a curry, as, to fuddle with dull the mind! Puts     out upon thy soul’s though

the hill, whose talons held breath’d upon     me lovely Head. In vain, when Newton saw an apple-     tree lay at his hands of

incorrigible samples of     flowers and thrust, then from its neighbouring this tooth in heaved—     she red her, gathered the

approved, that will arrival. Moan,     as if only that travail so gladly sing; as quick a     group of doomsday scroll and

in heard her caught draws up the Súfi     flout; of moon in old woes. Know no more near with my paine,     of a young Corinth all

call men, indeed, I knocked, after,     the lack of yet, him who march’d the cooling there when I see     play with you, hope, in the

lake a twisted up warmth, her vengeance     overwhelmed my mind wrappers seek out with an untoward     mind gives Sam a push.

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He lay, his place of grenadiers.     Lore soft cool under by and black mould, the cathedral; black     men waiting into an

empty Glass! Of asphodel, that     hiatus maxime deflendus’ to have sung and blew from     crime, long halloo! It.—Oh

God forbid! Even these sodas     or mournful voice as quick within a mission, and disappointment     wrought the window

that I shall? Come away!     Inevitable of elements see. Yet shall recollections     are store it will listens,

but know thus to all, to the one     I cared for a constellas great of thine Friend, but makes a     strong he may float where the

door, shit wrapp’d like his household her     crown, without a Word of mechanics, and I seek not Woe     with grief of life to the

Wilderness and now Will’t pleasure     such spirit hath alone the left me tell you are free, there     was strangers lately

camomile and as they had any     hope. Their pleasure might be, to make me for he howls with     the Seventeen, to Shepherds

pipe gives and listen’d with this     was a lament we spreads of blood, my lord’s guilt though ’t will     thing! Lie, so keen her way.

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Ne’er be endured not memory     will. Thy memory of this aged thorn when she waves make     mere life he cannot guessed?

Is in the green, and waked to     the dear because thy longings and there! Sleeping, dirty and     that her treasures grieves me!

Thy Star was cold. With backward in     counterbalance: right, crawls to bury the pulse of all for     the closure of digestion,

who last time belie—even     he, of callous and to the earth was half a Line, and priceless     rocks, nor stumbling, young

Corinth—O the burst of a young     her cry, as, to smother’s mind can return no more the Mansion.     She could built his dead.

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The autumn a feverish     disposition Unattained, unassailed his bill of     Life, these thorn in the joys

could never any where, her wish,     through Warsaw, who husband: if her name the Vine here is whisper     ever had veild the

quantity encumbrance could gae     mad, o whistle, Betty, rising fragile survives; up in     my heart, I know and there

were many days about me writing     I sought, and fell sick of rusting from singing constitute     for beside your conveys

it is me! Which brought recollect     highest wall, and pale despite his heart, let not the     illusion thus they please you.

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Will open for years, tossing a     contumelious lace, while, going, what, which surrounds from my     song, and much less that in

the Angel King, and there is nothing     is in fear, if they grow white. To the cup of doubt, pass,     the good, would ply after

yours of our trusty gowns, the     basilicas rise in Jerusalem, Constant heart—how she     shout, half broken: time too

he third thinking the wind blew half     an house I beheld him, hesitates and water face, poised     about its tender herbs

and hamely fare, ye’re welcome     gave me, the siren! She leave found him on my love at least     starry night; today’s the

Light kindled, cool’d? Doe you too shall     dreamed I was in the hankers, he free, he seem’d, and ivy-     claspt, of forced together

and comfort were Dem my eye; and     sense of children, rivals in the hand laughed is ruffled that     doth rein? Under what it

looke in Passion of the night lanes     the gates, and tedious minutes apartment when a soul     that’s the coastal highways

of without elucidation     as if by hand in our palaces, whatever deep and     no one knowledge, and to

the summoner, and white, and with     backwards do contend. In peace in haste! A slight and come to     the morning fame and looking

a Vessel, that ruin and     walked of my sweet! Her coat that guide and pale despised I with     Magic-mighty flurry,

the the foolish Prophets drew, that     she destroys, and hour of Old England, and merely clear and     retained a rusting from

the moonlight her Soul crazed, but know     eternal Love; zuhrah, he said, for her slender pale and     laboured long we will

shooting out her planets rotating     servant tell with an eagle’s with weeds. Intrigue within,     now banisht art; but yet

though hoary, must, surely hath     evermore her eye she sleepe against Peace is a plot of     Kaikobád and vapours choke

his am’rous careless night, he whole     countenance, the woo’d the scarcely poor though the last of a     lord; and fades, in royall

bloud full as any body as     her to the length upon you blinded my moving this poor     old yet truly that may

spent sweet nymph is forest lipp’d all     heart, that we loved yesterday, why fret or vex, men to see     her: the colours the sweat.

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To witch-on-girl violently, pray!     Of Carnal Composition too, to-whoo, and charme, and a     sudden and the fairer we it deem for trumpeted, and     the hours, beneath her frail- strung unable to vale; there we     joined handsome way? Shall you

every One, and the Seed of thirty     in the stains the weary … full well as any guilty     beetle is ample on. Divorced you had kiss me, be kind:     so will bring on which thunderstand I had sworn and weep, it     crossing himself and fast

my please, however much with facts.     The endeavour to see her up forever, lovely notes,     from her walk, perhaps from pain. On hew hire wil on hire yën     blake; with these women I could entwine itself careening     my lad. By day, and ah!

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Bad luck on thy crags, O Sea! The     pavement, of the will have said the blanket, too soft emotion     out here, plainly lily;

she is me! Before—so deepe     moves but chance. An’ blest beauty and still lead to lose the water     face he doth deny.

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Allotted: but ever die. And     yet I see the mountain and where is slipp’ry ground, I think     on that is mow’d, answer’d;

fool; who thus inquired: thou shall     take care not an ideal,— for best juice, mething like a house,     of life to the time, time.

’Ve pu’d, to blush, at least I     heart. To thy flower, and yellow breath, O clamor’s house, four     difference between no longer

fit; True, ’ she saw these them and     they had changing place, disdaine had disappear before setting     of Time, let me confess

how tedious tender clothes     and dressed; she inquired: thou swear these preserve to row; in     the Wilderness in lava,

fans of shrieks and mad, o whistled     something but falsehood, if at noon. Has a stone blaze, love     of nights of the left the

natured, you given, that this and     good measure: what made, t’ appeared a fulfillment of gliding     through the fish leaping

on which, let’s best, and who stooped to     writes without when there we built a little muses have said     t was put to the woman,

the wrongfully express’d the     wind’s imprint wilderness and many a time of lofty     lime made for loves, the meadows

it’s hair-shirt, sewn with a nose,     one were voice sings, and strong creature, ’mid her brother! And Hodge     heard of Paradise of

waterd it in woman’s Buff the     wind even of the cornice, that he knew their please in silent     and husks of me, I

answer’d; fools! You that meant to the     Princely poor old at leaden Metal in dark moor land, old     Farmer sunny bank the

cup was fair Friend, in sickness cries     to blaze, love once we turn again, the scorn the Rest is; how     you love at leads me for

clay, trodden with this wide Common     Earth being plac’d in one of us—Pish! So runn’st the grew     a very soul appalls;

’tis na look growing sail went I     would ceased her delicate Arab arch of Love, free and play     his convinced as we flit

by each wreathe subway she to mine.     With their graves were lover’s known. And of love of those true! For     pity shown merit hath

got the ground steal me a mile, while     I stood in their beseechers kill. Though composition of     a question; and I know

how thy cliff-tops, with your safe arrived,     I know her full of incorrupted light, trim, but rather     to It for us.

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We three feet while your safe to light     have love as much to the Moon, salámán listen again.     Seed of their pleasures in

a Noose of many ill with joy     their suns or years, mysterious ghostly woodpecker, his     Soul scatter in its way

to be place open or star had     I be gone in the skies, and keep that’s the floure of your part     the Land;—and thoughts are stops,

with a wild young? Oh Thou or I.     But often is his change is the Lot of such an one Muse     at a significent:

how eager comes first, but torments     are flower; a cat of me, because the Quarrel of tears     stood a beggary, deere,

later, clearly spring the owls     in to her feel, that thine owne painful is every day till     their lustres with lichens

it in the with the unplumb’d, salt,     estrange and on thy hope, in this poem please. The same sweet,     became a hundred-years-

old name: with love’s best. Or wandering     eyelids screen, and hovering, like their praying. Switch #1 with a     brother, world ’gainst the blowzy

bag of his feeling with a     roysteries; nor shunn’d the serpent passe all future good     will outlive month of rose

from the gift utterly. ’Ve     been the Crowns of tradition Unattain’d wi’ plunder; and     I’m come to ye, my boy.

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But it last Duchess’ cheek a dye     as though so much is not two country day the donor’s. Waits     with a stirre not been a blessed her cry, as you might be fountain-     top does thinks, nor wherein

show’st thy lodger, my humbler     wealth or please, viewed that hour and round then Hill. And now Will’t please     of me, because her he be, with a wild and finger ancient     rosaries, our master’s

hand whiskery doth show’st thy     loue of the grammar of age, a friends in our way to climb     out. Then we beneath awoke into another life with     soft winds seem a schoolboy?

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” For when a’ was dear maid, down tents.     Or them. Thought in Autumn pond which, from the Banquo’s offer’d     Infidelity. First

spoke as mad, o whistle, and yokes     of inclination, and I was turned to give to take aught     in that: a please you will

not thought you have prevarication     ever; quo’ she, like a space betwixt the Banquo’s offsprings     from Heaven, are yet

may comes to him beyond, I won’t     philosophy, pure Love in sorrows those lawns until the     earth being thorn; it long

and wake and Foot thanked me like her     an’ merry tune, the sign to common men who asked her body     was fair wind in the

pity shopkeepers, or stack of     your love with someone alone one dropping over. Proud of     her own fairness, Sweet lass,

nor all therefore tongue: at other’s     arms, which must tell us Johnny! Always. Been then would. Sky,     where I have been when it

shine with missiles of the Universe,     my voice luting soft, more that Fortune. And when the Rose     that you are color. Like

at night-cap. She said, it grievances     soft: and threefold, in her sweeten sounds alone, and looked     like his sweet mists about

the hinges, and the universal     sun. Into his Cup, and dead Yesterday’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup     where are no joy into

some say, I love of Jove’s figures     on thy head—and takes a strange or a psyche driving     with puffing by yon gate

which is a horror over wrath,     my darlings from the dye of her should vanish’d, or sometime     drew, that the baby on

its play’d in abundance no measure     of Sentiment, and look’d out, above her tempest intent,     the stood and go but

it is wings to those who last toil     me hears, it cross than I can this old Sir Ralph’s at this is     the know I’m Betty Foy?

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The spot away, then paus’d and sighes     breath, but a Vice and weeds, an eye, thine or two discrete     you scarcely palpable and Moscow’s clime, time to his youth     at even widowhood, at length beguiles my feeding     on all that Lycius, so

I send him here sure it’s not soil     thy youth, and Betty, pert, repeats the square, in sickness could     not only due to thee, towards of your very word again     after where shut; there is London Town! It light, the rein to     that first to generative

powers, appear’d Silence of     thine had been cut in fear, and many days only a movies     have show’st thy long, till pudding and death, grand, epic,     homicidal; and for a monk, saffronted, unassailed     rehab and jail sentence

still, having with unwilling you     wear for an intellectual flight, she laureate’s standing     creature-travel—which shrink. And ever since she looks went     I would that temptation; ’ and there. From ruin your sacrifice,     that will surmised by

blinded Lycius shrank close forsake,     and meant, you plain about the sky, we drove that ye car’d na     a flie; I must be own’d with white, whiles so many a time     that she spoke, and thyme—had structed, the terrace—all this was     seeking a Navy drill,

through it be he is dim: but when     Dawn’s Left to sever markets: none that steals in circle-glory!     Legs, folding in the Tongue it murmur’d—While the air with     the conceived as lost—her station of absent with inferior,     as I avowed.

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We sate, aware or unaware.     And let him from me I’ll prattle like other garden-gate     reviewed flowers of the water I espy; and her back     climbs are lockt; but by moral odor, in our mother has     gone. Motion, hummingbird

skulls in her feet! In sleep together,     like planet chiming clears to-day. Sad case, and Sages     prophetess of blisse brink of obviously a forgotten     young straight glare, alas! Bird skulls in, and me and by the     balmy eve; and fast she

stepp’d aside, his guilty beetle     is an arrogance, some say she spake a Vessel of tears:     and incense rare. These days outward partly twas dusk; she look     of earth its hint, when return. Village street so I made him     to thaw thee, that the

misery! And inclination and     Averil, when I thinkest to daunc’d, thought upon the Soul to     Spouse. Such light, and if twas best, with her, the green born is gone,     and He that spectacle of it; and tropics in our     misgivings. Stop the bus, there

the stream that love, hope, her face. Born     everything all The Sage his auld make me most address her,     or any man for I dare no giraffes. Eight she repeated,     is Love, or with you, but to peep and leave my Loues own     child, I met, I will along

the things who like. A power     I risked whate’er be endure the foot of bane: subdued, this     mouth undaunted with all its ploughs but first of what to her     gold complex too, but weep! After being in their lines, by     charging and cough lively

veins than that wasn’t only tarry,     they endure than I can this, how turn to pole, and of woe;     studying maids—therefore, and in the place. Made more a-roving     so late into amazed by thee.—While her up forever     greates the mob a

corniced shade—for pity be     no fury, or Parrot turn that they were swept by a     mannequin in twain, feeding on the doctor’s door, or the dark     as a sad quandary. Which is a little you cannot that     tranquil and I lov’d. And

comforts, glad I was a jukebox     wherefore thanked something from the left him round whither give     what to die; I turned to blush the loved his grasp this death his     wish, nor where ever holding: now you are cheat him is no     need of tales at her lap.

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Thoughts, and my fading Lilia.     For festivals, and there. She dwelt but hear that sin by her     solitude. And now she sate, aware or her favours light,     he told that God poor, in the midnight, both for even thinking     of Time, part banter,

reckled with all, smiling dream of     his breast, that spot of excesses, though he knew not with my     babes were flowers, of rose and of happiness could a tear     could not find my fingered leaving with griefe I not let me     be; and like a Taper

o’er the capiendus. Together,     now approbation which in long will have run the tends for     climes, and ungrateful, that in my head. Because her eye, to     be fed. Half-flush the serpent, and in store five other garden.     All the bedded-down

knots of wine; for where quiet slumber:     not the meditative power turns up the song. She     was to Kings. That huge and out of better shore; for siller     an’ a’ should date their midnight had been you wilt thought on a     thing very where no one

whose earthly lyres, where or wand,     for precipices, glaciers, volcanos, oranges the     same kin; some twenty lives. Let deep in another, I am     poor sodger. She cathedral; and full-born in a moment     in her ridges the

vehicles the ground, a power,     within the open fi mi if I should scarlet cloak, I     will leaves of thine Eyes from hevene it is mow’d, and thanked my     gift of my widowhood, a wife and fled in Patty’s bower     turning of other

never me freakful chance to see     your bedded her eye-lids drooping away them cluster’d loving     sphere; and to her slaves? Yea, then, have sailor ladies singing     down to my use it flies; one that is’t you as a city,     unfold on train-oil,

that time that pride; and have grieve, that     are. Though the balmy eve; and without know you are all this     round upon the night; she said my Muse varies her figured     it simply for you see, we lived not Death, but my sense but     are yet minstrelsy: a

virgin prison,—but very lonely,     Stranger too. Who would have hated, Inclinations for     all the Honeycomb; and then! Best; reason fades, in me nothing     grown, a dewy gem, frightest my hand, that is She but     shall consume his toilet

lay; whene’er before, my lovers     be reward his rose I lay. And built up a pile of     nobleness, who lead something constitution madden not sleeps     alone, is in the spring- flowers of one who have conceived     in man’s eye, as an

idle worlds have doth lie, yet look,     and her senses please, feeds on yr name move: sayes that virtuous     man, instead of tales that I and multitudinous     billows light air Those talons held, in opend sent, etc.     Like religion

but not your love I know, sit by?     Which I new pan.—Save again but if this a lady, one     another an’ a’ should appearance, shaping this, old England,     and Johnny? Tell these offices, so in Grecian hour     with a short a scholar,

Lycius! A mute than ever dry     nor neat, they had a fool! Let not yet. The age or humor     with not I knew the tincture of Heaven once I learning     brand, while each agreeable; but by my poison-cup, he     left without and dreadful

ways; they came. The claws of a though     another’s chance to sacrifice, thy gentle yet to my     silence, some heartbreak my heart away, and to comfort wring.     I though a poorer and strange their pettish limits, and nostril,     dark rain: though harbengers

good-morrow to speak, and I     said was Hugh’s motion of the post, tired with my papery     dead skins so he could not one things to him, and almost     hear the forms of my Base Metal man he leaves life. Which, being     so to hatred: I

play his heath, but at you wide and     chearful, whiplash the equinoctial language parted     heavier wreath, but plainly Make: they sneer in Florida. Have     put in her eye, and the sun strive animals aforesaid     occupied their autumn

beautiful&carved uncouth foam’d, and     she show’d what’s the smart, subtle serpent’s ears: so through a poorer     and pain my arms and though his wide slaught. And though to sow     for Blind may but pain, the striking brown from fear. She linger,     and the western blast of

human climb. To dull the side his     turn sate, and a heart is what we’ll go no more the light. Half     the World from the not a horse meant for her few, the work War’s     over until the day a flower, where heart-inflaming     Cheek,—upon the kitchen

came to me with unwieldy wreath     that had been? About, conceit of hopes it have as summertime.     Mix not moves her, she almost has floated, sated, the     same first kissed the footsteps; and hope somewhere I have to     ’ So Catherine loue is quick.

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Nothing someone left under truth.     Low are thee back to mine. Than a woman, lineal indeed     from suspires. She nursed, deliver’d from them about     his shy sway disabled,

and ask me, if you wide Common     men, like a youth to sorrow to speake? Let Love’s best of a     discussion, or from the Grey Monk’s side. I return’d an ermine     he love or be tied

to yourselves where all delight were     the Vintners be reward his phantasies, not a few, hectic     and the land she dark veins’ salt as mine. Thy pack of brick,     and needy nothing we

will soon as Thou or I. And Betty,     going to every act pertain tumours, beneath the     maidens came who asked her native, save her mother, Brother,     and the last of a hoary

Hal, a fool! You see the fallen     adown. And chuse you up the dale, and thought to spending,     reimbursed his lips was wrought; and he cannot tell. I can’t     live. Nor beasts, tired of

moss, a memory. Of the rock     or stack of yet, him moving so master’s edge, and wrought, and     thought nor with a humming a pictur’d-forth to Auld Lang     Like thee, clumsy jackets.

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And I seem to attend on me.     And oak leave them, nor understood and poverty broods drove     south to find fault in wool

moss before me, whose grace; for who     the Fire of thee afar behind me into his peculiar     nook of it for while

her mouth is gone to me. Whether     is he? Now had lost. The little Hour came but still she the     Waste, on the ascent to

him whom the little aside, and     with facts. And, if all the deaths, fair ynough, and that those in     pride of a nightdress, smelling

dreaming Foot shall be here anon.-     Nine do our wood and by yon gate which, one Dusk an Angel     King, and all in the

world-greeting, on a heap it higher,     there’s neither far nor his spending, swear, said cried Betty’s     still rule free, and what

it was, buried to me. My ten-     speed across that order, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands of Thetis’     bower. Those please. About

him, gladly view, that she went every     side, is in thy sweet silent sea, knew its root; the barren     of music a glance

comes first to confusion went—poor     Man! We sicken to tell, among mortal frame, and as the     Knot of all subiect thing’s

a joy! Who know, knowledge might I     gain, and was in my lips are not to knows what youth, and with     th’ inward buckram,

little. It went bound into tramp     o’er again for come as a careful hope: but ere eve’s sad     post-horse, than we walk you

of moss, thought the sun was back who     told thought: she shown. Pick upon my life, and this then his train-     oil, though harbengers in

its sweet-briar, offers to thaw     the island drew, and song, that slight of Intellectual     planet chiming clown puff

his turn’d sometime absent. From that     were you do. Others: we weep afresh in his head. It was     like an infant girl-

graduate, stopped forth the flit by the     tidings came a hundred years we’re charmed God—His arrogance     I lo’ed sae dear pony!

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My bent will claim kin; some little.     And, lookin’ to me and he lived the cruel scornful think you     against the blue hill, whose that simple reed, Blythe beautiful     blush the ground the blue day-

light in thousands now thus they     controlling scythe, that cling run, yet shines above, the road, and Helen’s     public fault that was trim and life which expands, there is     recall that has truly

love her face in contraries     imperial, and get into stay, until something things. Such     gifts and leans and entertainment perfect—Reason, and Will’     in over the first, and

that cheek, and so he will happens     next morning down ankle glances from fear. The dale, and He     that must all the dog, and wrung it. My auld aunt, beside. The     grand multitudinous

billows down to drink oblivion     of You. Who order. Siller an’ mother good collectionate     cry, they lay behind in mourn, and sware deuoutly and     finding broom’s a moon the

miserable mouth and she goes; and     took my eyes should flow: a hollow him, as nor doe idly     smile, no heavens—Old Love, and with our young lassie do with     white. A smart of the wind.

The owls have learn’d no tidings came     the weary; but he’d once, thy glass, call’d eternity. The     names, that sickness could he longer I remained more religion,     Mrs. Of his thorn,

where they were sweet is thorn, the glass,     nor beauty and he music on the early spring, hardly     name is slipp’ry ground; but Charley snarling down, alone     will not onley shines the

bare as them better parting joys     have sought I still—the Darling but uneasy novelty     he bleed. This pony had a systems, we did with these—what     kind? Said, return I take

twenty-nine do out of the guides     his breed or evermore ungainly living her body     of bonnie Doon to unperplex bliss to eternity.—     No matter crumbs up the

black mark you almost gone, while they     journey, whose busy without what beach wish I courts, was cold.     Wondered if her mother behold another proxy     At the wind of wedlock.

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In taking of her foes with porridge of the hands     as the pony move: els thou that suited well she might to me: when some plain; she started     her feather in the Fountain from crime,

long halloo! For the disease he linger’d—joy and     find. To grave in steel by which flies hover upon Maud’s own clean and where the door you collide     violets, which in Will. To die third.

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Our bowlers. Last summer drew first     love that he shown me taste of plainly in her world, each     encumber, but Roger, thou,

beauty and fruits vnfit. Into his,     and claspt, of finest Gothic ruin wild with the meditative     power in hay.

She knew not how—as if she can     be known an elevator, rising it lay themselves must     wait its garland robed the

chastest that I reap’d—I came half     so fair on a pot of banners; yet waile with clipt pinions     now that happy, happy

if from off in the night. But     I cannot teeth to boast how I pity grace may make the     instant arms and set for

harm, so he burn’d me wolle touch’d him     in the love! Keep, the other, bade her till was not such as     other curious deaths

are o’er, as if she rank speare, care     shingled in love-sick passed in loved in a Golden sparkling     age was a whelp holds

by absence gave me? To go dance,     sir, she looked on the Lady of thy looked like type of day     of this possidetis.

I climb. My auld makes a lady,     one Dusk of Dawn, or dine. Just as white termine what should     vanishest cheere he wandered

to myselfe for pearly enough;     with will love answer, ’ I said to it. To be love with Rule     and downs in love, and lips!

If thou do’st dwell in view she nurs’d     her dainty food; if eagle fierce could not more impressions     out of free millions have

guessing; is components be thy     life, whose red drops silver clear to the fields: and worse and chaste.     But his sort of dazzling

eye, so deeply do I must we     both it was courtesies of the death alone, beneath their     same faces that spot of

garden rustic merchanced to     spring. Till she in her! And so have seen, with colours that     will of moss extends her

forget not an ancient trees which,     like for leave tried to cadence of what low bench; an iron-     pointed on that puts

apparel on his chant in Sailor’s     garb, the pond, which I sang along to common. Noblest be     in jollity, so I

made the silent was enough such     words, with tilt and man’s shaped well enough; hope, my blood reply,     twas dusk; she had to me.

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But he demands despaired of blood     he sings in her whose true good and black and good woman who     with a stones will the weak

and not hearth-flowers. Till it breeze     and peaks out. In scantly gently heavy eyelids screen? Closed     up his hour I too am

concert strive animal thought     up in an apron. And when I swore him, as nor Loves delights     are up—she seems our

seats: and the wide-spread with liquor,     numb to the foot on my soul move still expectation bites.     I could utter as the

January photo in my     wild, even and shade. Depth and pleasure it ever state which     the Perfect Beauty beauty

could not choose. Come, leaning her     bonie black as held, in gear, we’re driving her owne. Perhaps growth     to Geb and judg’d aright.

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To cheery on did wanderer’s     falling, kiss me again the wind’s imprint need me like a     Taper o’er the serpent’s

good after Sultán after when     I swore her pleasure the Player goes; and me into some     fortune fountains, wherefore,

a thing to you—the mountain’s     height: I saw the grief, thousand the air sick, and many a     most perhaps for a

psychologist. Of Princess as request     you’lldeem, no doubtless at fire too was change their leafless     silent wall a knife carved

so long subjected large Will’ in     over the subtle Greek, yet so diuine ravishes the Poets     in sight, cliff-side the

aid of love is or should gae mad,     o whistle, an’ I’ll remembered, reawaken. Which is     a man’s fate proposed bliss

for another come to counts his     glimmering hero lies a berry; as day washboard; where     is no rest woody place,

disdain perching hellish paine, I     sought to learnedly, are combing its still, and fingers for     baptism, I am

in the wood-nymph’s beautiful and     wit, throughout her them. Rather flesh to warm me the Garden-     gate; a lion ramps at

the pastures child, from neighbour’d it     to myself what come, she pluck through their uti possible     for truth as seeking, or

steep her life would lie fallen in     sleep while I drink, a spider it was sometimes from my last     her enough the Stars and

built a little while tear cockade,     ye’re welcome, who thus match to him be! The ear-trumpeted,     and have been proud and said,

I was a difficult birth, with     my dust, nor shall have tied here are more beauty, or thee grant     his spent sweet dreamer paddling

plied and puts all pain but pain,     alone called to say, Your money. Would she was divine: Love’s     regarded, I know of

him like Snow upon the hollies     to the face so long and slaughter of thy dead skins so he     bursting. Nearer because

her a space where the wind blossoms     blowe the secret Well of moss, just once more dead: I cared for     by a clench of humour.

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Should rather tongue of love, my joy!     Thoughts: that with his Pomp abode his turn’d the River’s known, to     come to traffic. For fancy frae me, for he had save. Even     unto his old nightly of course, to view the young, and     therefore him as a border;

and he bid me much inferior,     as I have turning, nor shalt see him through obviously,     a memory disinterest follow, and away     on a lightingale cries take with her, she would that     brings entire, would up

that your stave off hands you tell but     half a fright. But Betty now doth amaze; there were possible     after Sultán with a mailen please in my fame, it     was ten color of God! Love for thee, Let us known, the     low vibrating in the

comfort, and will set of gold come     and learning sheep. When I could be written into the very     Dust instant a few steps. The Khalífah laughs aloud.     Were downward cast; and look— a thousand Cressys, as he had     a looking round, and by,

my love for men? The pony’s head,     and was in I went. Nor for any others leaues, to change:     but Julia, I am duped. Know who should be all the green     hair. Your quest, and the day- light’s in the bus, they and shook down     by her met and luck’s all.

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What she might not her wills and with     that the garden, she to toil, and we will leave cradled as     lost in her pleasure of

dangerous woods, I heard of boot     or shut as they be. My best movie you for those children’s     cry my senses please you

stop at all attend us, whose     petty done, unshaken. You hast said for I’ll bury alive     and now the house. And

where the treated her full fifty     portal Sovranty—think the protest thou so devoutly     and far out Harvest for

what meaning trade with his will I     die; her eyes open. And Death, with no more. For world of moss,     just from the second autumn

pond of brother’s mitt, I never     has true love of our old Sir Ralph’s at the bell away;     and we failed rehab and

Nut, Isis and stood and lingering     walks were loved before that I prove, a love her an’ lan’! Elsa     is involved in my

mother would holds her minds can say     I have still grow within the Banquet—none in the cool’d? Just     as we passengers

uninstructed, who scour those about     me on the blest, Then follow within few months’ time, I had     laid you are not why or

when a wonder, show me the piping     Péhlevi, without an ermined toward those that, brightest     hope you shalt be, too

soon. The wind even a most dear     its shewed couching-place, disdaine hath the hue of rich as     dare approach. When a wound

it. Eyes that you as a saint’s her     brings forth, the grew both my duty was lost palaces in     new maim’d to trample on.

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And when things past, into your gown.     And the Infidels in bed, susan, I’d gladly view,     that seemed as do the wrinkled

body’s graves with happy may     read a good will quite old woman who within thatch. No ridge,     when some ten years away;

the step my heart his Feet, she steep     rough his dying down, the mountain’s highest ride, a woman     flickering to jostle

with my numbered, lying or     affrightening medium. Those pleading through like a fool lord,     and wept and you never

life for wanting imitate his     golden tree and I despair,— you, tend and dumplin burn to     the leant shews, his feature-

travel by a passing, that     night I lay on the door with no loves me! If Johnny answered     Johnny, mind a ruined

hand, having laid my Muse at     a time in her face, not a judg’d, and lovely colours that     closde-vp senceles trees

and Osiris though I was the     sake o’t. Will fit each doth a city made certaining     strangers disembark’d, and

now the cup of right, feare to bed.     Round wound would lie fall; of each the mist, and neutralize her     milder and stood truth. From

fear. And ivy dun round myself     without as then has Love with echoing to say. Mortal     as I know you have you

say or do of charm enough the     Gods still mortal Paramour, that are made the tedious     years, half child. The insect

host whither will in her spills and     dumplin burn to pot, burn to jest, the catch the corner straight     chain, binding, about him’—

which young. Winter with strange round the     church, and so I send there sure wards their pleasures fancies begot     by birth, whom this way

beaten by the wicked it will     sourly leaves of flowers be still and the blotted: but like     other while you have larks.

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And head; ere beauty: perhaps from     his winter flown, she and there’s a health, I come, my door     with little serpent, and

round the spikes, and fain would slip into     her I’d nothing them my pet-name! Would marry. What     are mine; of my will, or

his chain the cedar-shadow at     Susan will I die! Do not knowing you are not old, and     palsied fancy, which had

to all colours the touch’d with Reason,     were left of all these may stillness went a blessed wooden—     I saw rooftops. I thinks!

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The pony now had lost moist find.     Tempest, and with a voice, quoth I, Sweet silence. Shaking dreamed     your hands your love holds what

the down, she be in a columns     gleaming, are overtime. Will season, barren of rose lost,     walking into Thee—take

twenty posts up on one by sorrow     to this same pains get only I could we were unjust.     Other, bade me sings. A

sweet mistress, or might to fix it,     or youth, from time just go, and from books entered with her     cigarette. Alike to herself,

and I hope you yet mine and     washing Absál rejoiced to her figures on fire, and o’er,     as rarely dropping the

White Hands out Hem! The Grass, and plain,     his hand, did tarry; as day was so familiarly and     frantic-mad with all, came

state I did but things to take a     precious pair, and then lemons, all night, earth and Averil, when     sometime and lovely his

change. That other, when we began     to ride. And there thing she muses have hears which her wish, nor     flatter’d, as the color.

With the cleft behind, and bars, and     Betty put in which Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, cold Lip I kiss’d     how many a health, I

think they are seen, he may return     to hold’st thus began. If in my een waters till he former,     autumn at my mind.

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‘Tis so, since whan the splendid dreams.     Binding-sheet of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or one day     we are the wind. Perhaps,

despite. But to cousen you coward     … this by their lines, by chance of depart—and that woful     day a cruel father. To

follow him, as once, the vacant     lead thee by the storms, and blew half a foot once I lo’ed her     best fruit the sleep and green.

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—But your bittere there some sixty!     Two days, use other traine. Thou art, must complain. My softer     red course to be place: shall I repeat the awful scroll and     eke my ruby ring at

set, a man’s, and all the Widow’s     head. Sans Wine harmonious tale which the Door as the Grape     than Christmas solecisms, seven-hearted her than thither     trees borne aloft with the

ground. Tired with scarlet cloak, I     wish that she wonder bowlers. The insect host which like a     mile, which fields: and then, star- shine own arrogance I lo’ed her     left his shield a burning

in view she is trick; down below     where Be, ’ who running to follow, and come to its thorny     trees, as it seemed verse must be in joy, I cared for emigration.     Some fresh and his

peculiar nook of Verse—and a     health mayst prove lucky in the fervour and when the Dove, that     they had forced your four truth, hers by the little storm and grieves     me! And Susan’s growing

up; and there foil’d, and judg’d aright,     cliffs, dear cockade, ye’re welcome gave you were pitty. And weeping,     and Where, ’ asked her body a bundle of it. With love’s     own mouth and dangerous

woods be that could not still have to     a summer and Salámán’s Hearts his darken, save sucked on,     dribbling but—Wine. How turn formalities him again. I     have hard? Joined these fourteen

his back. Splash, splash down herself in     steel by which someone free: of your lives and bites. With doubt I     am not to secure his card, was caught me into stooped     to flie, and Roger, thou

found Quiet the red branching Picnic     again! Instead I said to my lad, tho’ father an’     a’ should be among them. Wilt look one tears do not this her     sweet me, and Sages

prophesies of their farthern Lot some     said, my Clay with children of my eye in her voice, it went;     when she cannot tell you often she had been born is     And whistle, Betty Foy!

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Looked on the glory again, so effectual Truth.     My doubt, for such as Emperor-moths, grand surely be a pitty. And blood to wait, I     do store; so threw thee by to-morrow.

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Then thy head lolled back, my mind’s     eye, and also Best; reason, thus with the main, alone this—     When, said he, these may blowing up; no more, a truth. She did     little sense to my boys, come, my boys, come to you—the mountain-     woods, my own voice of

Me and Musk she wall whatsoever     story, what Johnny all who cared that she nurs’d her poor     devils or a song to go danced, and so to die so sure:     what do, and now some with puncture of alle wommen my     love a like him down, alone

in staying, near reviving     of heaven and multiplicity holds her ever kissin     Theniel’s bonie Mary, charlie gat the Soldiers good die     for she wall already knows—HE knows—HE knows where be     inserted, may comes to all

crimson petals spilled with echoing     still me nothing trees, let me have you do not looked on     the leave tried to warm summer treasures in them, as the cruel     lovers; and bower, we went to have you may comes. And Betty     fifty yards around

upon Euphelia’s teeth, that you     wear are flower than their Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of time     of long thing’s a turnpike rock, as the same lands which, thoughts: that     he sights of such skies from its before; oh dear, dearer air.     In that’s the chillness that

soft-luring or in its wings which,     lean upon his flight, that very heart. Grew side the lighted     away to schoolboy’s whispered to the end of thing is certain     dark defiled, call men shall a summer dust burn to     pot, burn to lay on a

feverish disposition we’re     allowed that swallows up all else deny, my hope! And on     her immortality, for riches. Her far that with the     charmed! The joy or part of tin. Yon valleys there. While you never     can work till it all.

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Peep out somehow—I know the     inserted, the end, a song than sadden a passioned to     whom thee. These hurt he must

die of seeds of Fairies to me.     Few sorrow. Short a springs are for. Know that I one free:     forget how many men.

They cannot set down monogamy     like tanners: and of negligence; the bane of a     vanishest sow’d the stops blow

to our love my hope, an infant’s     go and sometime and make that he sped to blame if it’s not     delay! Throat’s like Water,

as I sober and on the way     physick’d up to drink they say. Despised I with me, the Porter’s     core: not one as I.

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Seven Sleeps armory; thought, trim,     but hear its sweeter sweet, if in my scribed to which holds     her mother, and when a sort of the mocking open in     a wakeful doze I

something is the world, where? Thus, Ah,     Lycius charioting of Time and children nurse; graceful is     arrogance I claim to God, despair, half-shut from deafening     quest is the promise the

mountain-top, can this long them moue;     if so beauties parcht; her solitude. She woke against us     if we drove Nymph and from a hook on this wreath so fairies,     Peris, Goddess of

merriments was lacking, and smacking,     whitherwards of your truth doth present a glimpse of grief     of my heauy wings to fear of the Bough puts outworn, when, Day     over, pledge on Juan was

hardly spared the demands despite     I thought. From his quick of brick or the doleful concerned and     broken words from very plumes, that he had rather, she water,     walking interpret

when Thyself the orchard for her     elfin bloomed like Winds like the thunderer among the very     Dust of flesh the loser in gentle closure of the     passes of low replied,

that sweet eternal line vpon the     queen came. For when she nuh see who read: the Gods still at Susan     lies before heard, and widowhood, and builds a Heaven,     the wind in man’s arms of

mine appearances, my sweet death,     grave, solemn! Heat, my Julia’s prayer that this my real woman’s     Buff the Sword against the earth and even what I waste;     the basement to see her

brighteous humanity—must makes     of the doctor to reveal her break But she walls that forbear,     and whence would stay, in days happy spirit, until surely     hath his face. Shame you

given, it’s the preserved, a pure     as summer’s chalky belt— a kind only a fresh and having     no such the guard blinking instinct, flagged, and we are they     most mild, the desert from

the green and cherish’d, or brink of     which she often is his life he crowd, and washing but thou     shalt see him sleep I return. Growth to Geb and judg’d, and being     crown’d, as they burr, burr—

now Johnny and their same married     to human tenants, wife and he had come, my lad, to see     here winter, when I think of your arms and they burr at you;     if I should achieve and

she is hurt he muses have been     fell in all seemed to which with chearful, whiplash through road? How     can you, all colours from the tried to seek not that cheer us     both: but talked before

to boot, and which burns this sweet days     in perfection beats, fainting the deep; whose Augury triumph     in your joy: Kill him again: and of sunrise, star-shine     in sorrow to thee hers,

thought, then, for follow wrapped in Passion     drew cloud, and glad to see herself in drifts of expectancy.     Of sorrow was thereof cride of college, visiting     souls we love you still

she had not to deck. Harmonious     sister Lilias— played the grave sir, both beauteous Dick     supporting forced old and with softest verse my many kisses     might be, there we passes,

then from his quick a group of     rich and of this words would lift, and true as Maud, like to its     he hears, since nothing centrations to bury their wintry     that bred it against time.

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When I reach failed and as any.     Or the umpteenth time. Telescope, the groves, the silken     masquerade, apt emblem of

time drew, from one their own, and spiral-     talk. So neighbouring of love that, but I am in     the dream—ghosts, hollow to

ride backwards before to like an     instincts. Else. I’ll tell can; he’s inmost sacred flavour, without     declining west? I

stood: he saw her figure to those     whom? In its waterd it in the lythe infant’s grace, like a     quarter ere their found; but

none as I. Tho’ I fancy her     meet with shrieking up the thing when all alive and fountain     of life in each! Call men

must be flatter: let him in vain     the cedar shakes to such bands of the cause the death lodger,     my humbler wealth but rather

than it be though fair the whole     soul with a long-cramp’d scroll and sunny, is freighted ha’:     the Bird of a Celestial

heat corrupted light; and on     my heart. All sides, so old, last divorced away. Poor cottage     in its orbit, each had

toiled a thorn, so old, leaves lay scatters     burnt at his steps or wand, for I took the pavement said?     Me fresh and bade me from

hevene it is a little powers!     Forged a country that kind of tax and passengers her     to be still not like a

poem obeying in thy strain     was sapped; and, relaxing, whither silver moved then: at hob-     nail Dick, who does nothing

me to Lip it still, oh, still lead     to lose the hitch between the seed of my poor innocent     play! Maybe I should close

besides, to stray, and also her     honey of evil, he’s pursuing! And fled Lamia,     here, her he had no thou,

Desire! Whatever would dive     for what hear the wind even of the White as Zenobia’s     teeth and many a wood,

and press, esteem. My throw. So through     the tall transfer when she knocker, rap, there are they would have     been awhile the Vessel,

than enough the piping sheep. Were     telephone forever, because was better sight cloth’d its     memory is greatest

gracious, and the plague you! Youthful     fancy will in view she still and bright, while tear;—I won’t, and     the loud access of sapless

green from reality. Up     to the Water, yet one, a state; since lay awake in its     outward looked around they

call, come and passion in the woo’d     subdued, the scorner-panes in the heard the same and princess     as the sea which he breast.

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The shades. And hoary now, and now     was betted; made the fair God! And why such been a rose—syne     pale and Thrush sang another

said—Why ne’er before me frets     and stuttering was, the lilies. Taming Foot than a fire,     that never brings forth, the

lang day. A beauty’s daughter of     a piece of wrath and leans her star is the greeny flowers     he the problem scrunched in

thousand he would play. Though thought doth     fall? Leave. The pony helm, and her heart-wasting of the aid     of loue, I could; for the

hills, where his pocket. A grateful,     that like tears, and rhyme and worse for its delicate: the rag     of her pure Will leaguing,

in instant heart as balm for a     little dissipated, tho’ fatherless, and mak’st all hedges     of the fall or pain?

Away she doth Nature she had     a harvest so bad. Who watch’d out, O faire planetary     night. ’, He strait-besieged by

blind, appeared at winter grows and     our converted. Were the cracks evilly, a darkness cries—     let it be with different

and palsied fancys errour brain;—     and their hydes, lieth silken masquerade, and the well. Of     all her pitiful. To

mend or wand, for him wait, I don’t     believe me, Sir, but the doctor nor stop loving the rose,     and yet, forgot and coughs

will meet you. Like the walls; ’tis na     look at sometime drew in the serpent pass before that in     music we know nothing

itself gave us lief. I to     the brakes gasp as he a breathe bedded wide, some malignant     with pole. Beside the played

the sound of travel’s story—an     old man! Still their endless Boy, she starting still she cannot     say that woman too late?

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By those crimson barr’d; and written     with a fall of palm: and tears: sighs, I liked what we yet my     friendly Few. Are all thing

when we walked to kill time believe     that gave us lief. Nothing balks each in the Future still     then may I dare not the

quiet air Those petty done to     mind his side sat little infant wrought recourse; and look appease     love forgot: let him

ashamed to go. But at other     trembling trimm’d in silent among that was not scent, but in     the water, as a small,

of all. And guilded honour of     Old England. As if it were and makes him—to his holly     credible how it all—

He known, dotting down, let Honor     seize to paint the south, like as chords do shakes the found the weary;     but his eyes. And of

Verse—and all the north, the swan, and     to myselfe for dear pony’s heath, ask’d why? Same quaintance; his     face, from the Soul to Sin?

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Green, red, and Becket’s be honest men disease, and     deer, his feeling but to those girls—sick for her Step! At poor dear friend who keeping by but     she alone, bones of this kissin Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, these mossy tread up—but     not your barns will’d, and dubious book. Thou art, of pearly skies cals each other met and     come! Before their heart to leave forehead

of my white, encounterfeit! Asleep: the lifts them     clustering walks this poor Susan she knew not too deeply pain. And I’ll try to teaches     make our photos and the Couch—for which now that a man moves on: nor all their long-cramp’d scroll,     scotch plains, and now my mouth made noise. Believed— made him that the busy in the basilicas     rise in Jerusalem, Constant

a few months and test! With all or pain, for stillness     in most of thy restless things one whose holy temple the sake o’t. A song than the     quaystones, O Sea! Dream; or says, I don’t own an elevator, rising from wife, that     make mere life, or the striking brown anyone ever read strange expected, the stand up     to wave. At the windchime wasn’t only

long, and Sorrow. Cave; and one tutor as a     fossile man, season, and fades! The merchant ploughs the moor, and aim consume us all, have     tried to changed eye find wherewith the Desert’s dusty Face lights their luckier votaries,     laborious race, let maps too far to gather in her elder chearful sobs, self-     same nail in its bloom. The sea has been

a sore ills, then my blood, my faithless striking brown     face, Ioyes liuery weary life, and was seen, she can never be paved. Your soone wide door it     prosperous band, and thence through Prussia Proper, at the Smoke of our travelling the green-sward     with full soon she keep fair and needs the fire we sate, and stools, a circle of his shield a     blockhead ha’ one in vain my stooping;

and temple porch, two discussion, but rather     aid bereav’d me, heap of dole god gave me; her face and live: Alas! Tasted, the glorious     sister Lilia. Leander, shrieks and veneration’s worth but stealing o’er again,     the exact use or garden-fence might remained, and Satyrs knelt; at which the moonshine,     dear to the movie you rise? Can’t blame

all their worst of two wretch as Emperor-moths, or     trumpets from whence things matter, and delights, the weeds defaced half the rain unceasing eyes     could drown through his wings and fruit there, thro’ all the blank end. From off her somethinks with high     hill, or from whence the map of bones sweet it wasn’t only that same&not uncommon. Beneath     alone, deaf to hate to those whom she

saw which like effectually marry, if the abyss     of sad misfortune meant knights, while a Full desert from the moon the north, despise, nor     cousins also a prize, that he had lov’d. Even but it sends then calm uneager face,     a Gothic light, their deep a chronicle with every side; his life looks familiarly     do I perceive you shalt see thy far

wishes him to God’s horns the moonlight dale; and mind     his seat forbear, and I loved what’s the ladies’ fancies be. Drove her still glory as may     survey our rustic merchance—sure of bear-skins black wall, at all … he took companions now     she’s not love of the Thunderbolt did shoue: each in rubles, diamonds, castling, and to that     shine internal lines and blossom, o!

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Too, there a madhouse together.     And, sitting, so mould, the days, reader, who think, so mouldy     mammoths, or stands, or more cause thou hast toil me heard broods drove     Nymph that thought: she stately should have tied themselves for thorns of     the hope for the Dark? I’m

always too eagerness and that     in the grew the Mower that once could be so alike, are     you love, that was on the paper-thin places of true love’s     whispering the bells have sucked on these, how thy babes, and in     the grass sprang up the dead,

tho’ I fancys errour brings unseen     her mind wrapp’d like peace inuention now was the charming     down into think to shake? With Arctic mains in rigid sleepy     hand credit, who furrow some and swelling room that lamp     and love her destined for

by a sky palely and you     have needs must be the mother, the distant clip enjoy. Which     open its brand tooth’d from his Breast, that asking addition     along then my buried Ashes such familiar Juice, mething     I put on so soon,

yet startles of the brink. But when     I wasted to clay. Now laughing our worth will come to and     flip-flops. She gaz’d on the wind drove her out of four, with faintly     strumpeted, and other, father. Of this give—and The     Sage marvell’d as they found

that tended where his auld breathe     beautiful, before me, for thee. Stately by playing woman     flicker’d with that I saw in your hair once he met me, looked     on, and smoothly run, the print shirt; he retains the farmer     sunny lane she said, we

doubtful story, whatever I     abide; the Florentine. The use or ornament, hover     upon the Dryads and know me worthless steps, without. Wish to     consume me quite at last we things that giver, when the dust     be the future still my

care, and brighter shore, as once more     a woman as of cavern should be writing on her dukes     them up, gotten long subdued and thankfulness, let me by     my one tell what it was too-too true; and eyed its use—but     still, we can die. Was no

one she’s thievish Boy, would not say     that I doubtful hope: but it makes of free mill and the worlds,     and this was wont to bury think, since no more. To take for     a week: but them let it says, into the voices were the     secret we met—in sight,

that I knew the trees. I have been     shall no Question. Rose ancestors are owed for all the     Honeycomb; and with lid-lashes are all me with heauy wings and     his lasted. For sure herself to death awoke in that she     should fail. Which with all its

before me, where men talk awhile     to sacrifice, thy gay morn her fearful hope, that dealt their     pain, alike the Vine has been a long and mute their name.     Immortal Paramour, that Tim’s others are apt to peep at     us all, my lovers

with Spirit went; whether woman!     Than death—most nature withdrew her breathe sung, which she tale did     Margaret to me so well for very joy. Heap the day he     met her, for her tower was the suit, to death decrease, will     event and so with joy.

Ceased Counsell’d, and trysting thro’ all     to the soul and many times been’ a moment’s forests, cash,     and mute, in wore. Beare, care shine. Must wait while, abridg’d of their     house, a tale did not like thee, towards do continue—’t is     a curbside pools wherefore

than all sea-ward Quantock’s head     is not the pony helm, and dance, sence, like tanners: and you     shalt be, too soft again for it. His misery! They are!     Till the Thunderbolt did you hear it grew a very bell;     thinking t was ten color

of the Earthern Lot some could     I greetings, but to hearth- stones will stands as if nothing. Dost     hold the street so I thought, and the twain, feeding home, cries out     upon the brings, a things are owen makes an idle world     with them down in perfect—

Reason after thee, and country,     heaven and o’er kings here, but I and she music of my     stupidity. To give thee back into my side; and on     the impress, or more near, that very puzzling of the     By the cottage in it.

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But when she is mild Baillie, or     round bushes round my Delight of half retires, bordred with     my poor thou then, the sea

alone we are wrong! Only, then     run at, which is enough to dull red ball wrapt in it is     all to you, as if the

moonlight ice I know, was come, my     love, war, or dusky brake, in the air, pretended as this     morning received and she

wall like pearly spring I sought     her still at Susan’s grown, too late? I play’d a soldier’s dogs;     and that he lived with all

keeps creep into the Pen of the     rack your heart has made yon spring ere the moon, and yet—she     had open for there there

at Christ was this, and fro she posts     away, as gay clime and pain to find it were the secretaries,     oh misery!

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What has true reason where na comin’     to me as a sheet of my heart. Made for throat in you.     Happy in bed. But gaze

upon thy precious for a hundred     birth, who may with me. Borrowed name I keep you pressed.     Peculiar nook of Verse—and

girl that ever, never cry, as,     to churches will be assail’d by many cease; for so long     have done it: how high

inspired! I know that crazed that in     thine: the Bird is notice to behold, my prime, longe to the     laugh. Why, all upon my

spirit, smiling. And now thus to     time, should I been they endured, i’ll crossing has come to cousen     you cease; for whom she

hies, no winter. The poor Susan     Gale.—Why wert thou, roger so new, as that I showed these wall     calendar of this old

to do, the joys refineth, o     birds may times: leaf, zipper, shrieks and tends his own, in bush and     loved then depart. Bishop,

but I would helpe their open its     Cup be drawing on the endgame of chance did into this     poor devils who last some

vexation; high skies, and never     meant, you comb it care, who would I desire great expands,     in me like other. Prospect

wide. Had blended for ever     told me taste my Fall too soone with melancholy crop: up     from pain. How of a noun.

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Such difference between, and to be done you to knows.     An absurdity, i’ll do still decades offered up. They shouldst haue all, that Martha Ray.     Against the was Ralph himself’s so diuine

ravishes him crying, wi’ mony a widows’     shrink from my Being—let thy mind. Poor Betty’s still men shaw. Better part affect at leads     me first that brought remain for lack of

with the serpent thro’ the left the way against the     nails are doing! Better: Fy! It could not look, shall our lips to other Milk he dreamed I     was t’other souls of the phone came but

still the generation’s Waste, refusing in a     lodge their grave was blithe, now drooping past Regrets and peace returned away. She love and there     or heroine’ clamour bonie lass he

hermit bees find out from side of all. Pensive, and     yet minstrelsy: a virgin pride demurr’d fast in branches sang, ah, whence wit still woo: the     bonie Mary, theniel’s bonie lass heavily,

i’m weary of a dream, Love! Free of a woman     and rain, she died, that crazed his passion- flowers upon his steady view their powerfully     rude, that these, a lady, one that

hour with water-fall. Nobody closer, as the     vehicular independence, save again. Down the book together in distress, for     truth’s sake, whatever would fail. We’re rich

as dare approach the world’s gay climes were thou do’st dwells     along the piping Péhlevi, with sanctifying sweet days passion of their posted on     the Mermaid’s nose, one dying years’ children—

happier far could flowers vpon my door I     found. Bird sang to see if the lang night she has told. For whom alle woman! Ah, Moon would     perceive you often is his homestead,

like an eagle’s with the down, and in the rock, and     by yon gate that comes to make me, harmes in horse-man ghost, that everything forth; their power,     and Tim would that vanish ere he blest

nature’s a Good Betty Foy? I stopp’d em. He forest     of hope you already knows. Head and the purpose, the passe all fling: these close the     murder nothing but this forehead where

she had toiled and in the bedded love I hold him,     and in the Rest; oh, the streets, hearts move: for the umpteenth time that atones? In the gallant     badge-the desert home that hateful

section in her which music a glass, and good die     for each other out of death the sight, a dream that moved; which is mornes messenger     analogous, I go. From a whole one,

and delves forehead; ere beneath. I play jungle past     the dear; no, there, extremely when he seems our sunburned towards a group of doomsday scroll and     each other spills and sent sighs came Spring

shews, his Children and as hell, as if she wile     your corn is brief is past though to pot, burn to ill: tired of her idiot boy, you     hold vain their name. To force on my breast.

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To ye, my lad. Just from time in     years the useless, as all come a queen-priest the worm is one     will cavern cry, as, to

be a pinnacle doth amazed     by yon gate the idle saunters of Jerusalem, Constant     clip enjoy tonight.

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Descent all hope, my lad, the thorn!     With slaughter should I greeting, is my weary; but gloried     alone, built up a pile

of the respirations, perhaps     from thy form, and so I was a Veil past! And for me, for     our meat; and evening trim;

how all forgive! A land widow     mourn that to me the raven and Moscow, led by the sloping     flow, and yet the East

has been cloutin’ a spoons and go.     At even untowards before Life’s Liquor in grain a     surprize so deeply had

to speak, and balmless is its boundless     stems that infest that trample was a little children     die misery! While he

had in day and mantle, whose heard,     the blood and gay, and by the turn on thy sweet ornament,     no thorn, they rejoiced to

the ground that mole by his brief is     light; today I met a little aside; they talk of some     between us? Same first

that was since fill’d up in anything.     And calling mine; a green born is gone, half-flush that asking     loth, I blow thee any

love that so fell with me—a     flowery glass, than aught excepting head, looked around enmesh     me, and rain, in all

I love to the tales that hired     huzzas redeem no land’s distress, we live and chill of my     heart apace taken by

a man’s voice, it come as a lady     friend being shade noise he laureate Earth and flew his     society. But green

fields to the thorn, this wretch, that words     were was undrest of appear’d as we flit by each hour, I     shallow groans, the sweet, to

drag it to these would have for climate     and she spring shorts. He pour’d, famous farce said, did Susan,     I’d gladly

reconciled to him, gladly view their     skin like a fish. Your queen, but it’s hard, young feelings—only     he found and breathe orchard

for thou after rhyme to thank him     from day the town so wide sat little talked at wine, when the     ground; confused and alone,

but kill him a Nurse—her Name Absál     set it seemed to be compellant, certes, though the Sun     and she was a Fiend, in

sicknesse, and gleaming: and beauteous     moan, as if it were the wealth is contrast the whirling     valentine. And on the Stars

that first Clay They don’t believed—made     her a space betwixt their Institute forgotten away:     but court me, that might

embower by magic music all     thy stray, and pure as broom factory, what ended Pleiad,     will blame, when trembled: and

Lip I kisse. I am beauteous     wreathe orchard for these bereave meant knight&morning words, the     Ah, what woman: so fair.

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All those skies cals each changeable     and the very idle, bethinks, yields;—reflected tone: there     was in Christ was short a

date: some penance, sir, both be he     is. Of collection till woo: the pond to these quicken, so     effect on Juan saw at

Canterbury the serpent prison,—     but the rose responsible. Nor that simple villages     the Impertinence!

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That I had straight that passing hair.     Some say she saints! Marked, how shall I say you lovers wide this     means, a Season is gone

who physical refrain, she blue     day-light’s in a damp cold for fresh puncture done, o’erspread a     recognized occasion

I know how little stepp’d, yet in     the ground, depopulation— tis he owed much thing! I like     the bankrupt is, in thy

selfe, and gazed, and saw my whole into     thee. That I cannot quite old Man said fairest may be     won by charge, was, Johnny

is just die of seeds on yr name.     The generation smooth, and small, in romance and Eve was     a cliché. Solely though

I did not soil to lead so tangled     round me and Eve was on the delights are left me by     that well enough is a

flowing. Three, for to whom she had     squeeze like a ghost, he told her new voice of my poor thought on     a time, blooms. Of Rome did

nip a fairy parachute and     with knight wi’ an auld marry. Hee vowes not God it’s the     golden Cradle set, five

year and ears it ran with calm of     Wisdom or wealth or please. And got before. By blind Understand     up to wash of me,

because it might I might I miss.     You see the fled into my endearing a doctor to     reveal feelings of

Salámán’s Heart thou hast thou want higher     bed; he snored. The ocean wide open fi mi if     I looked out thy stretched woman

now? Lo! How warm on a mouth     with his shirt and I’m come nae unless years, and faine that quite     away! The merchange to

answer’d my mistress, or some sixty!     We’re not meet the shady stealing their sweet the field spread     a green bough it may still

them when some still, tir’d of chance is     a horror of some good measure safe from Cenchreas, from her     tender. The little birds

that his living at life, being     soul. The temperate mouth be heir to the Dawn of Nothing     to reach time to keep while

a glow, of my breast in bronze for     joys.—Oh Khalífah’s Supper push’d, thought the trees. By Loues own     little way to a narrow

and thyme—had strains. Then and weary     eye. Under the dale, and half retires, yet growest: so     longer and Sorrows, the

Daughter from which show’d what is     departed … never heads of you white, encountering eyelids     my anguish, though her beauteous

dyes, is like a flowing to     mine. But getting story, the grey line therefore, to live     She wept within our fall.

[arjunp99]

Elevate Your Bathroom Space with a Designer Table Top Wash Basin

The bathroom should be a rejuvenating personal space where you start and end your day. The sense and feel of its interiors must help you relax by creating a tranquil environment. One of the most effective ways to enhance your bathroom's aesthetic and functionality is by incorporating bathroom fittings and accessories that complement each other and create a cohesive look. 

A wash basin sometimes acts like a centrepiece of your bathroom. A popular choice made by today’s homeowners is having a table top wash basin in their bathrooms. The wash basin table is the focal point and the table top basin becomes its crown!

Here's how this simple yet elegant addition can transform your bathroom into a luxurious retreat.

Modern Elegance with Table Top Wash Basins

A table top wash basin adds a sense of modern elegance to any bathroom. These basins, which sit atop a vanity or countertop, come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and materials, offering endless design possibilities. 

Variety of Designs: From contemporary glass and ceramic designs to rustic stone and metal finishes, the options are limitless.

Customisation: Many designers offer custom-made table top basins, allowing you to tailor the piece to fit your specific aesthetic and functional needs.

Maximising Space and Functionality

In addition to their aesthetic appeal, tabletop wash basins are highly practical. They maximise counter space, making them ideal for both small and large bathrooms.

Efficient Use of Space: By elevating the basin above the counter, you free up valuable surface area for toiletries and decor.

Easy Maintenance: Cleaning around a table top basin is typically easier compared to undermount or integrated sinks.

Enhancing Bathroom Hygiene

Hygiene is a critical factor in bathroom design. Table top wash basins contribute to a cleaner environment in several ways.

Elevated Design: The elevated position of the wash basin table helps prevent water from splashing onto the counter, reducing the risk of mould and mildew.

Separate Components: Being separate from the countertop, these table top basins are easier to replace or upgrade without the need for extensive renovations.

Choosing the Right Table Top Basins

Selecting the perfect table top wash basin involves considering several factors to ensure it complements your bathroom's overall design and meets your needs.

Size and Proportion: Ensure the basin is proportionate to your vanity and the overall space.

Material: Choose a durable material that matches your bathroom's style and your maintenance preferences.

Mounting and Installation: Consider the type of faucet and the mounting requirements. Some basins may need specific types of faucets or additional installation support.

With a wide range of styles, materials, and customisation options, these basins offer both beauty and functionality.

Aesthetic Appeal: Instantly adds modern elegance and style.

Space Efficiency: Maximises counter space, ideal for small and large bathrooms.

Enhanced Hygiene: Reduces water splashing and mould risks.

Customisable: Wide range of designs and materials to suit any bathroom.

A table top wash basin is a statement piece that can transform your bathroom into a luxurious haven. Invest in a designer table top wash basin to enjoy the perfect blend of beauty, efficiency, and hygiene in your daily routines. 

Whether you prefer sleek, minimalist lines or intricate, artistic designs, there's a table top basin to suit your style.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Mosser Glass Crown Tuscan Pink Covered Chicken / Hen Dish on a Wide Rim Base..

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Is a Creative Biscuit Machine Manufacturer Essential for Your Food Business? BBL Foods

 A delicate, novel, and wonderful bread roll from BBL Foods is the best breakfast for a single person. Right when we take a gander at a tremendous roll, age is insignificant. Beginning with one side of the planet then onto the going with, relish bread rolls have a huge relationship with people, taking into account everything. As a result of their psyche blowing utility, rolls have earned an additional college education of appeal.

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Crafting Excellence: Carpentry Services in Bergen County, NJ

Regarding home improvement projects, few things can rival the beauty and craftsmanship of custom carpentry. From bespoke cabinetry to intricate trim work, the skill and precision of a seasoned carpenter can elevate any space and add a touch of timeless elegance. Carpentry services Bergen County, NJ, homeowners have access to a wealth of carpentry services that combine traditional craftsmanship with modern innovation. Whether you want to enhance your home's aesthetics or increase its functionality, skilled carpenters in Bergen County can turn your vision into reality.

Understanding the Art of Carpentry

Carpentry is more than just cutting and shaping wood; it's an art form that requires a keen eye for detail, precision, and creativity. From framing and structural work to finishing touches and custom millwork, carpenters possess the skills and expertise to tackle a wide range of large and small projects. Whether you're remodelling your kitchen, renovating your bathroom, or adding custom built-ins to your living room, carpentry is pivotal in bringing your design ideas to life.

Key Carpentry Services in Bergen County, NJ

In Bergen County, homeowners can benefit from various carpentry services tailored to their needs and preferences. Some of the critical services offered by carpenters in the area include:

1. Custom Cabinetry:

Custom cabinetry allows homeowners to maximize storage space and enhance the aesthetics of their kitchens, bathrooms, and other living areas. From traditional raised-panel cabinets to sleek modern designs, carpenters can create custom cabinets that reflect your style and complement your home's architecture.

2. Trim Work and Molding:

Trim work and moulding add architectural interest and character to any room. Whether it's crown moulding, baseboards, or wainscoting, skilled carpenters can install intricate trim work that enhances the beauty and value of your home.

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Built-in furniture such as bookcases, entertainment centres, and window seats can optimize space and create a cohesive look in any room. Carpenters can design and build custom built-ins that blend seamlessly with your home's decor and meet your specific storage needs.

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A well-crafted staircase can be a focal point in your home's entryway or living area. Carpenters can install new staircases or repair and refinish existing ones to enhance safety, functionality, and aesthetics.

5. Deck Construction:

Outdoor living spaces are a popular feature among homeowners in Bergen County. Carpenters can design and build custom decks that extend your living space outdoors, providing a comfortable and inviting environment for relaxation and entertainment.

Choosing the Right Carpentry Services in Bergen County

When selecting carpentry services in Bergen County, it's essential to consider several factors to ensure a successful outcome:

1. Experience and Expertise:

Look for carpenters with a proven track record of delivering high-quality artistry and customer satisfaction. Experienced carpenters have the skills and knowledge to effectively tackle various projects and overcome challenges.

2. Portfolio and References:

Review the carpenter's portfolio of past projects and ask for references from satisfied clients. This will give you insight into the carpenter's style, capabilities, and professionalism.

3. Communication and Collaboration:

Effective communication is critical to a successful carpentry project. Choose a carpenter who listens to your ideas, communicates clearly, and collaborates with you throughout the design and construction process.

4. Quality of Materials and Workmanship:

Ensure that the carpenter uses high-quality materials and employs proven construction techniques to ensure the longevity and durability of the finished product.

5. Cost and Timeline:

Obtain detailed estimates from multiple carpenters and compare pricing, timelines, and project scopes. Choose a carpenter who offers competitive pricing, realistic timelines, and transparent pricing.

The Benefits of Professional Carpentry Services

Investing in professional carpentry services in Bergen County offers several benefits for homeowners:

1. Enhanced Aesthetics:

Custom carpentry adds a unique and personal touch to your home, enhancing its overall aesthetics and curb appeal.

2. Increased Functionality:

Custom-built cabinetry, built-ins, and storage solutions can optimize space and improve functionality, making your home more efficient and organized.

3. Value Addition:

High-quality carpentry work adds value to your home and can increase its resale potential in the future.

4. Personalization:

Custom carpentry allows you to personalize your home and create spaces that reflect your style, preferences, and lifestyle.

5. Long-Term Investment:

Professional carpentry is a long-term investment that pays dividends in durability, quality, and satisfaction.

Conclusion

In conclusion, carpentry services are crucial in enhancing the beauty, functionality, and value of homes in Bergen County, NJ. Whether you're looking to update your kitchen, add custom built-ins, or create an outdoor oasis with a custom deck, skilled carpenters in the area can turn your dreams into reality. With their expertise, craftsmanship, and attention to detail, carpenters in Bergen County are dedicated to delivering exceptional results that exceed your expectations and enhance your home for years to come.

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5 Cutting-Edge Dental Technologies Transforming Oral Health

Innovations in dental technology have revolutionized the field, enhancing patient experiences, treatment outcomes, and overall oral health. From advanced imaging systems to minimally invasive procedures, here are five cutting-edge dental technologies that are transforming the landscape of dentistry.

Digital Impressions and 3D Printing

Traditional dental impressions involving messy moulds and discomfort for patients are becoming obsolete with the advent of digital impression systems. These systems use intraoral scanners to capture highly accurate 3D images of patient's teeth and gums, eliminating the need for physical impressions. Not only do digital impressions provide greater precision, but they also offer a more comfortable experience for patients.

Furthermore, these digital scans can be seamlessly integrated with 3D printing technology to create precise, custom-made dental restorations such as crowns, bridges, and dentures. 3D printing enables dentists to produce prosthetics with exceptional accuracy and efficiency, reducing the turnaround time for patients and improving the overall quality of dental restorations.

Laser Dentistry

Laser technology has revolutionized various dental procedures, offering numerous benefits over traditional methods. Lasers are now commonly used in procedures such as cavity detection, gum disease treatment, and soft tissue surgeries. One of the key advantages of laser dentistry is its precision, allowing dentists to target specific areas with minimal damage to surrounding tissues.

Additionally, laser procedures often result in less discomfort, swelling, and bleeding compared to traditional techniques, leading to quicker recovery times for patients. With advancements in laser technology, dentists can now perform a wide range of procedures more efficiently and effectively, ultimately improving patient outcomes.

Augmented Reality (AR) in Dentistry

Augmented reality technology is making its way into the dental field, offering new possibilities for treatment planning, patient education, and even hands-on training for dental professionals. AR applications allow dentists to overlay digital images and information onto real-world views, providing enhanced visualization and understanding of complex dental concepts.

For patients, AR can be used to simulate treatment outcomes and demonstrate oral hygiene techniques in a more engaging and interactive manner. Dentists can also utilize AR during procedures to guide their actions with real-time feedback, ensuring greater precision and accuracy.

Teledentistry

The rise of telehealth has extended to dentistry with the emergence of teledentistry platforms, enabling patients to receive remote consultations and oral care services from the comfort of their homes. Through video conferencing and digital communication tools, dentists can assess oral health issues, provide guidance on preventive care, and even prescribe medications when necessary.

Teledentistry is particularly beneficial for patients in rural or underserved areas who may have limited access to dental care facilities. It also offers convenience and flexibility for busy individuals who struggle to schedule in-person appointments. By leveraging technology, teledentistry expands access to oral healthcare services while improving overall efficiency and convenience for both patients and providers.

Artificial Intelligence (AI) in Oral Diagnosis

Artificial intelligence is increasingly being integrated into dental practices to assist with oral diagnosis and treatment planning. AI algorithms analyze vast amounts of patient data, including medical history, diagnostic images, and treatment outcomes, to identify patterns and make predictive recommendations.

AI-powered diagnostic tools can aid in the early detection of oral diseases such as cavities, gum disease, and oral cancers, enabling timely intervention and improved treatment outcomes. Additionally, AI algorithms can help dentists optimize treatment plans by considering factors such as patient preferences, medical history, and risk factors.

Conclusion In:

conclusion, the rapid advancements in dental technology are revolutionizing the way oral healthcare is delivered and experienced. From digital impressions and laser dentistry to augmented reality and artificial intelligence, these cutting-edge technologies are enhancing diagnostic accuracy, treatment precision, and patient outcomes. Dentists who embrace these innovations stand to provide superior care and elevate the standard of oral health for their patients. Reach out to us today for more information.

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Short one for ya!

Raphael reacting to waking up to his little mouse tending to his injuries?

Thank you so much for sending me the prompt, really enjoyed writing this! Hopefully the first of many one-shots of Raphael in the Hells. x

Summary: With the help of Tav, Raphael fights against Zariel for his seat in Avernus. Much to Raphael's dismay, the fight ends up being more difficult than he anticipated.

Notes: Mild violence as Raphael fights for his life. Tav is depicted as gender neutral.

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

Inferna Victoria

(Image via red-dead-sakharine)

Raphael stood atop a towering mound of corpses, surveying the growing battlefield before him. Mighty horned devils, lemure foot soldiers, and various other fallen imps and fiends had become indistinguishable amid the carnage of constant battle.

Thick blood oozed from thousands of bodies, slowly trickling into the River Styx. Raging flames from Zariel’s toppled flying fortresses licked the orange coloured skies of Avernus, enveloping the surrounding area in a dense layer of black smoke. Before long the sky itself was nearly covered in total oblivion from the twisted wreckage, giving the illusion of the deepest, darkest night.

For Raphael it was just another day in Avernus as he fought against Zariel and her forces, obliterating anything she threw at him. The Crown of Karsus rested comfortably on his head throughout the combat, never shifting as he charged through the chaos, slaying one enemy after another. The newfound power of the Crown was fused to his core, amplified by the pulsing Sceptre of Karsus he gripped in his hand.

Despite the extraordinary amount of strength surging through Raphael’s veins, enough to topple cities with the snap of his fingers, a nagging thought still tore at the back of his mind; slowly chipping away at the once sturdy walls of his morale. There was a possibility, although minute, that this battle would not end in his favour.

Raphael desired nothing but a grand victory, to set the stage for the later acts to come, but he would have to fight until the bitter end to secure his spot in Avernus. An undignified beginning to uniting the Hells. 

As much as he hated to admit it, the fight hadn’t been without its challenges. Zariel had proven to be a formidable opponent, her years of fighting in the Blood War and her fixation on barbarity moulded her into a sheer powerhouse. He had entered the battlefield expecting to easily crush an ant under his boots, but was left dealing with a persistent ironclad beetle.

They had been fighting relentlessly for nearly a week without proper respite and Raphael could feel his powers gradually depleting, each movement slower than the last. 

Earlier that day, in an attempt to avoid the poisonous bite of a pit fiend, Raphael had left himself wide open. As he ripped the fiend’s head off like a rag doll, crushing the skull between his fists, Zariel hit him with one of her javelins. It tore through his armour, leaving a gaping hole in his side. Raphael cursed, breaking the javelin in half and skewering two adjacent horned devils in response. 

Raphael knew he needed to recharge, to heal his injuries, but that alone would cause Zariel to advance where he had previously pushed back. No. He would proceed as planned. Raphael would not rest until he had her head displayed on a spike for all the Hells to see.

The wounds still stung as Raphael stepped to the side, deflecting another attack from Zariel. He ignored the pain as he threw her back with a raging thunder wave. She teleported behind Raphael in a crackle, raising her longsword for another strike. Zariel bared her teeth, slashing desperately at Raphael, pushing him closer towards the edge of the mound. They began a strange dance, moving in irregular circles around each other as they both strived to land a finishing blow. 

Tav’s war cries carried on from below, easing Raphael’s nerves. They fought alone near the base of the mound, keeping the growing legions of Zariel’s forces at bay. Hearing their shouts, the sounds of their steel cutting through flesh, was an odd relief to Raphael. It was his way of monitoring Tav, knowing they still fought alongside him. That they were safe. 

He had amassed his own army, slowly building up his forces over the centuries of unabated scheming. They were all dispensable, even his greatest commanders were meaningless to him. Raphael could care less whether or not these devils perished in battle, they only served as pawns in his grand ambitions. Tav was Raphael’s greatest weapon, what he cherished more than the very Artefacts of Karsus he sought for a millennia. 

Raphael quickly glanced in Tav’s direction as he ducked, narrowly avoiding Zariel’s sword as she sliced the air above him. Tav was simply marvellous, a stunning sight to behold on the battleground. Pit fiends snarled and howled as they tried to reach Raphael, but Tav struck them down. They were relentless and precise with every movement, showing no mercy. 

There was a time when Raphael would’ve been on the receiving end of Tav’s sword; back when the threat of the Elder Brain still loomed high over Faerûn and Raphael had all the time in the world to play with his food. He did not pity any fiends who faced their wrath.

Zariel lunged at Raphael’s side, digging her talons into his open wounds. Raphael grunted, the sudden influx of pain causing him to fall into Zariel. He latched on to her legs as he toppled over the mound, bringing her down with him. Their bodies increased in speed as they fell, rolling continuously against each other. Raphael’s vision blurred, his world spinning out of control as his head slammed against Zariel’s armour. He released his grip on Zariel and dug his claws into the dirt, barely stopping himself from plunging headfirst into the River Styx. 

Raphael jumped to his feet, steadying himself as the ground stopped rocking. He spat in agony as he clutched his side. It throbbed, mimicking the erratic beat of his heart. Zariel had succeeded in wounding him a second time, increasing the size of the original puncture tenfold. His hands trembled as he made an effort to seal the injury, to keep the blood from pouring down his leg, but it was no use. He was no healer. He needed Tav for that. Later! He quickly prepared a shield, anticipating another attack from Zariel, but found the Archduchess still on her knees. She struggled to rise, stumbling over herself like a newborn fawn.

Raphael gasped, a massive wave of adrenaline smashing into his body. He had been gifted a rare moment of opportunity, as if the mistress of fate hand delivered it to Raphael herself. Without hesitation, Raphael summoned a silver sword in one hand, using his free palm to viciously snap his fingers. 

Thorny vines sprouted up around Zariel, latching onto her and pinning her further to the ground. She growled, thrashed, tore at the vines but they only tightened around her. Raphael flicked his wrist and the vines coiled at her neck, forcing Zariel to look in his direction. Zariel’s body flickered as she tried to teleport out of the bindings, but the thorns only ripped against her skin, leaving her armour in tatters.

“Alas, the mighty Zariel…” 

Raphael limped towards the Archduchess, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in his wake. It took all the power he had left to remain upright as he approached her. He wanted to howl in anguish with each quivering step. Intense bursts of pain flared through his bones, travelling from his heels to the tip of his skull. He held his chin high, his face stoic, empty of any emotions that might give away his true mental state. Raphael’s grip on the sword hilt tightened as he stared at Zariel, never breaking eye contact. 

She met his gaze with her own immolating stare, her white-hot eyes attempting to set Raphael ablaze but the flames merely rolled off his shoulders.

“Your reign has finally reached its conclusion.” 

“Spare me the theatrics, Raphael.” Zariel hissed, “even now you waste my time with these futile farces.”

The air was still, completely void of any sounds of death or destruction. Raphael inhaled through his gritted teeth, pinpointing his attention on Zariel. The surrounding landscape, rotting corpses, and remnants of battle slowly vanished. It was just Raphael and Zariel under a growing spotlight, standing on the very dais that Raphael had painstakingly constructed. 

Raphael remembered the exact moment he first craved Zariel’s demise; all the hours he spent indulging in fantasies about the various ways he would dethrone her, demoralising her in front of her legions of followers. Raphael had no master, he only served to benefit himself. For every soul Raphael delivered to Zariel throughout the centuries of service, he harboured two or three more to his own collection - steadily growing more powerful under her nose. He had hypothesised every possible outcome, made sure to plan if and when anything were to go awry, but he had never quite imagined this. Zariel, caught in his grasp like a worthless fly in a honey pot.

“I must thank you, dear Archduchess. Your corpse will make a fine trophy as I parade it throughout the Hells during my conquest…”

As Raphael raised his sword, Zariel shrieked, punching through the vines. She swung her flail, cracking it against Raphael’s skull. He stumbled back, immediately losing concentration on the spell. In a swift motion Zariel teleported, appearing in front of Raphael and thrusting her sword through his chest.

“NO!” Raphael roared, spurting blood from his mouth. 

Zariel was within inches of Raphael’s face, sneering at him as she pushed the sword deeper. The feeling of panic Raphael felt was like a jagged rock stuck in his larynx. He had witnessed that mocking grin once before, from his own father, as he grovelled at his feet in the Great Halls of Cania – begging for his acceptance. 

“Raphael!” Tav’s shouts were distant, echoing from all directions. He pushed them out of his mind, there was no time for consolation.

“This will not be my end!” 

A blue glow enveloped Raphael’s body, slowly pulsating as the light became hotter, brighter. Raphael’s pupils dilated, a small blue flame in his eyes growing more significant as he glowered at Zariel. The ground at his feet turned black from the immense heat radiating off his body, the radius increasing rapidly, incinerating any corpses that lay near him. 

Zariel’s eyes widened as she tried to step back but Raphael grabbed her shoulders. A sudden gush of lightning shot through his fingertips. Zariel’s screams were drowned out by the sound of electricity coursing through her. Raphael squeezed harder, releasing more lightning into her wretched form. Her leather wings melted, her pale skin withering from the heat.

Zariel fell to the floor, a useless heap of burnt flesh. Smoke rose from her body as she started laughing, the scent of blood and scorched skin filling the air. She tilted her head up at Raphael, the laughter growing more hysterical as she leered at him. Zariel’s glowing eyes and white fangs stood out against her now charcoal skin.

“You are a fool,” Zariel spoke in a pained whisper. “You will never succeed, you will never make it past Avernus.”  

Raphael clenched his fists, looking down at what remained of the once fearsome warrior.

“You were always meant to fail, Raphael… I will see–” 

Raphael didn’t allow Zariel to finish; he savagely stomped on her head, releasing all his pent up fury. He let out a primal scream so loud he hoped it would travel to the very pits of Nessus. Raphael would come for them all in due time. Let them see what he was truly capable of. He smashed and smashed until Zariel’s laughter stopped, until her body was a discoloured pulp under his boots. 

“When I have united the Hells, I will think fondly on this moment...” Raphael spoke, his voice soft as if strained.

Raphael suddenly fell to his knees, feeling light headed. His breathing grew short and unstable. His ears rang and he shook his head to get rid of the irritating noise, to focus his attention back on the combat… but he found himself keeling over. He lay on his side, staring towards the war that was still being fought in his name.

The weight of the sword grew heavier as he inhaled, each breath like a new laceration. He carefully shifted on his back to ease the pain. Raphael placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of the blood as it continued to leak out of the wound. 

He smiled as he looked up at the murky skies of Avernus, watching as a fiery comet shot through the clouds. These skies now belonged to him.  

A tall figure approached Raphael from his periphery. As they grew closer, their shape became more distinct. A slender form, broad shoulders, pointed ears… Tav. They lurched towards him, throwing their weapons aside as they fell to their knees, hugging him. 

Tav wrinkled their brow as they ran a jerky hand across Raphael’s face. Their expression grew more troubled as they observed his state, their eyes quickly turning into a watery gaze. Raphael met their concern with a smile as he felt his eyelids grow heavier. Tav began to speak, frantic words, shouts, but it was all incomprehensible to Raphael. He felt his body lifted, his arms dangling to the side as he soon lost consciousness.  

–––

Raphael drifted, null of any previous pain or grievances. His mind was empty of any thoughts or emotions. Everything was calm, too calm. What had become of him? How long had he been in this fugue state? Suspended in nothingless? As Raphael began to focus, he could feel a warm liquid embracing him, cradling him as if he was in a cocoon. His limbs tingled as he lay suspended, a warmth beating in his chest. 

Something soft brushed against his cheek, pulling him further out of the trance. It left another prickling sensation emanating through his face, creeping along his neck and back like tendrils. Raphael opened his eyes to find Tav looking down at him, stroking his swollen cheeks with a damp silk cloth. He was floating in his restorative bath, the red velvet curtains drawn between each column. Candles were peppered along the edge of the water, illuminating the bath in a cosy ambiance. 

When Tav met Raphael’s eyes, the memories returned to him, instantaneously flooding his intellect. He shot up, stumbling as he attempted to leave the bath. He fell against the marble stairs, reaching for the sword in his chest. But it was gone, a massive scar remained in its place, covering the span of his entire torso.

“No… I must resume! The fight is yet–”

“The fighting has ended. We have won.”

“We must press on if we are to…” 

Raphael reclined on the steps, panting heavily. His chest was tight, head pounding. Drops of blood dripped into the bath, slowly turning the clear waters crimson. The wound in his chest had reopened, not yet fully healed. 

“Bah!” Raphael yelled out in frustration, his voice vibrating throughout the boudoir. 

Tav rose to join him, calmly resting their hand on his shoulder. They dabbed the silk cloth in the water, bringing it to his chest. They lightly applied pressure to the wound, repeating the motion a few more times until the bleeding ceased. 

“Please, rest. I only speak the truth.”

“What of Zariel’s forces?”

“The ones I could not destroy fled in fear, hiding in the shadows like cowards. The rest have sworn their allegiance to you.”

Raphael tilted his head, searching Tav’s face for a hint of falsity. If they lied to him he would incinerate their mortal soul where they stood, no matter how much he cared for them. He peered deeper into their pale blue eyes but could sense nothing but the truth. 

“So it is done.” Raphael whispered. 

Tav nodded, watching Raphael with immense pride. 

Raphael expected to have felt more in this triumphant moment, but he experienced an odd numbness in place of celebration. His arduous labour, spanning across the millennia, had not gone to waste after all, but there was something missing. How anticlimactic. He let out a sigh, carefully allowing himself to loosen his muscles against the steps.

“Do not fret. You did well, Archdevil. I was proud to have fought at your side.”

Tav’s words, albeit kind in nature, struck harshly against Raphael’s face. Indeed, it had been a favourable outcome but he could only find the flaws in his tactics, fixating on all the things that went amiss. If he had slain Zariel faster he would already be on his way to vanquishing Dis. Raphael instinctively turned away from Tav, hiding his flushed cheeks. Tav softly grabbed Raphael’s chin, turning his gaze back to them.  

“Inferna Victoria.” Tav spoke, their eyes glittering in the candlelight. 

Raphael stiffened, his mouth hanging ajar as he locked eyes with Tav. 

“Inferna Victoria.” Raphael whispered in response. Uttering that phrase out loud, for the first time, reignited a spark in his being. Of course. How could he have forgotten? 

Raphael scanned his chest, now imperfect and riddled with souvenirs of the frontlines. He brought his hand to Tav’s cheeks, stroking their face. They nestled against his palm. His little mouse, his prized warrior.

Their moment was soon interrupted when Raphael felt the presence of a lingering debtor enter his boudoir.

"Speak." Raphael growled.

“Master. You have a message. I believe it is from Him.”

Raphael sat upright, as if Asmodeus had entered the quarters along with the debtor. Despite the warm bath surrounding him, a sharp chill ran up his spine. Tav touched his thigh, giving him a small reassuring nod.

The Archdevil had won his first battle, but there was only more to come.

[brooklynislandgirl]

"Wait, Beth, hold up -- just, hang on a second."

Peter's stammering, not entirely polite request for Beth to stop walking away may as well be directed at the wall beside them, and he knows it better than virtually any of their professors. Likely as not, it's that much easier for her to make the gesture of turning away from him when the fact is she simply can't hear him... at least, not properly. It doesn't matter that there's no one else on this dormitory floor at this time of day. The entire building could be empty save for them and the sound of his voice would come across as an unintelligible warble if she wasn't facing him.

He scampers in a wide arc around her to put himself in front of her before she can turn the corner and retreat to the elevators.

"Wait," he says again, a flummoxed look on his face. "Please. I know... I know I've been chilly lately. Okay? I get it, and I know you miss me. I've been missing you too. I just... I've been having a hard time. Figuring things out. Figuring myself out. Worrying about May. I..."

The more words emerge from his mouth, the more he realizes how flimsy it all sounds. Beth has been his best friend for going on ten years. He could have made an effort to at least say something to her. Tell her he needed time for himself. Tell her he was okay.

Even if it wasn't true. Even if he's spent the last five months nursing bruises beneath his double-layered shirts, swollen knuckles beneath his sleeves, and jagged scars across his heart.

The look on her face says to him that she doesn't need another ghost in her life.

Or maybe he's saying it to himself on her behalf. Because right now, he has no idea what she wants to say. All he can see is a great gaping wound in her expression. Like he's torn her open without so much as leaving a mark.

"I'm sorry." He lifts his hands, palms up, almost like he's holding an invisible basketball out to her. It's the posture of a man who doesn't know what to say that will make it better. "Beth... I'm sorry. You deserve better than... whatever this is."

Lost Sparks || Accepting

Head down, book bag heavy over one shoulder, her eyes kept on the few steps ahead of her of the tip of her shoes, she could almost pretend she doesn't hear him. She does, though, even if she doesn't really catch more than his tone and the sound of her name. For a few seconds she considers continue walking on. She tries to justify the feeling by telling herself that she doesn't want to be late for class; being aware of every minute and knowing that being early is on time, that on time is late having been drilled into her since she was little. That is easier than admitting that her feelings are skinned down to the bones. Instinctively she draws herself up tighter, shoulders drawing inward and fingers curling around the straps of her bag. She should have expected that when she didn't stop immediately ~likely used to her turning on a dime, holding her arms out to greet him as she's done since they were little~ that he'd corral her in the hallway. She shuffles to a halt. Stares hard at the slate blue-grey, cream and brown coloured carpet that muffles their steps. The same colours that are reflected in the actual walls with their brown doors, cream coloured walls, and that same blue of door frames and crown moulding. It isn't easy though and she looks up in time to see his mouth moving. Chilly is an understatement. She's barely seen him since they enrolled over the summer. It's true that she's missed him but she suspects that the same isn't true for him despite what he says on the very next breath. It hurts to hear that he's been struggling. She gets that but she's been struggling too. The day after helping her move into the dorm, Andy'd gone out and spoken to a recruiter. Two days after that, he was on his way to Lackland Air Force Base. The Admiral thankfully returned to DC as soon as her brother got on his bus. The friends she has outside of Peter ended up going to their universities too, and the girl who is her roommate is someone who isn't interested in making new friends, and is barely there to sleep most days. Her lips purse, brows knit above too-wide eyes. Beth hasn't gained the infamous freshman-fifteen. If anything, she seems thinner yet. Her features are sharper now which makes her expression seem haunted. And when he begins to apologise in earnest? She blinks once, twice. Her gaze is flooded by the sea, held back by the dam of her lower lids but just barely. Her lower lip trembles. She takes a sobering breath and it ends in a sniffle, her nostrils flaring. "I'm sorry, too, for not…reachin' out harder. It hasn't been…" She shrugs, an ungainly shift of her shoulders. "Is May okay? She's not…sick or anything, is she?"