Annabel Lee

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I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

--Dorothy Parker

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I don't have anything to write.

Get it.

2 comments:

Smoke and Rain, November 6, 2011 11:46 AM: Yes, I do haha. Just stumbled across your site, and was intrigued by a blog named after my favorite poem, so I thought I would give it a read and I'm glad I did. Fun perspective. Enjoyed reading your writing and looking forward to keeping up with your page. Thanks!

- Matt
sybil law, November 6, 2011 12:50 PM: Got it.

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