In delusion born, we die in sorrow - for milo

[tectak]

In delusion born, we die in sorrow
for milo, a man depraved
 
I am a man depraved;
it is the pleasure of such sorrow. What is this thing called,love? Oh, it is, is it? Petards
A grave man might I be tomorrow
—that is I'll be engraved—.
I look forward and for, I look forward and for, xxxxxxxxx, I have no time to let or borrow. No. Bad boy.
the yesterdays of my tomorrows, Oh, come on now. You would roast me alive if I wrote this line...in fact I think we did.
I have no time to let or borrow, that only leaves arrow, barrow, sallow and callow. Oh and swallow, tallow, marrow and fallow...in fact, there's also wallow, follow and yellow and bellow. Aw the hell....I really cannot think of anything better than "tomorrow" right off the cuff. Shit...it's been used already.
when Death comes knocking at the door.  New one on me
 
 Yes yes...I know...you are having fun. You wouldn't deprive me of the same, would you?
Good fellow,
tectak

Erthona
 
 
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