allergy-sufferer-emo-wanderer:
some uncreative edgy boy because I have an art block
James Elroy Flecker, from “To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence,” written c. October 1910
And there they found, waiting for them, him from whom they had fled. There were others in that burrow also – shadows without sound or smell. The Black Rabbit has his Owsla, too, you know. I would not care to meet them.
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