*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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Don't get too close to this entry!

I'b got da foo.

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

--W. Blake

Hab had id bor do days alweady. Many peoble hab it up here. I dink I god id from xso; dough he has a feber an congestion, while I hab a bery low demp, fadigue, an a tummy buggie.

Blechies. Me go back do sleep now.

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