KWK 217
“Tingle tangle tinkled forth, heartbeat skip in bosom’s core,
And for hope of morrow’s shore, never born,
No respite, for there she perched; the killer of yore.”
-The Wog of Jabe.
“Tingle tangle tinkled forth, heartbeat skip in bosom’s core,
And for hope of morrow’s shore, never born,
No respite, for there she perched; the killer of yore.”
-The Wog of Jabe.
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