Sad hours seem long. What sadness lengthens Juliet hours? Not having that which having makers them bright... In love... Out. Tell me in sadness. Who is that you love? What! Shall I yell, and tell thee? Yell why no, but sadly tell me who...
I pry from its sadness, her beauty still vague. With keen only noticed, yet too rich for use, for the earth not fair. To a fish trooping with sharks. To reincarnate untouched love, I dream about. Get a haze, hold up to your hood.
Love exists in fiction, dreams too wet. Imagine dragons, that don't exist. O'er lovers heart, cry together. My lust torn, she is in love with a being. A competitor I can't beat. A losing battle, at its rifle. My sad hours are longer....
To sadden Juliet hours
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