A dark one, ancient, who flies free above all others.
pierces and tats...
Being your slave, what should i do but tend
upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I,my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
where you may be, or yours affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
William Shakespeare
The darkness closes in,
and I cant see
I reach for u
but ur not
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