Nothing to blog about. So yeah.
He is my North, my South, my East, my West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My Noon, my Midnight, my Talk, my Song
He is my all and to him I belong.
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The original last line by W.H. Auden:
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Sigh. I'd like to think my modified sounds more... In tune. Nyahaha.
Good night.
Good night.
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