I want to die, the Sybil said
a dwindling, fading voice.
No hope for life
nor dream of death
within her fated choice.
Still working on the faith of a child, but with the faith of Kris Kringle you can move molehills, or even Long Island real estate! This blog is a rap to the head of Mr. Sawyer, or for anyone wanting to wake up and smell the peppermint latte.
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