Dreamcatcher's reveries on Boo'ya Moon
Monday, January 27, 2014
Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me—
Damn me, dear, but don’t deceive me!
--- Edith Nesbit
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