We All
Die Virgins
by Jaime Lyn
Time flies. Life is short.
What is a virgin but something left untouched?
Only we can let ourselves leave this world
without having ever really
experienced it.
Labor with what
zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By the bedside, on the stair, Waits, and will not go away; Till at length the burden seems And we stand from day to day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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PART ~TWO~ |
~THREE~ 21 WIP |
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