Sappho wrote of her lifelong of muse and love and longing and all I can manage is to sit here with my pleuritic lungs– less lazy, more lame– waiting for the day to come when breathing comes freely, longing.
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Rae is a level 26 paladin patrolling the deserts of the Wild West. Six-shooters are better for this type of work than enchanted bastard swords but she's doing her best. What the hell she's thinking writing poetry instead of getting a bard to do it is anyone's guess. View all posts by iimpavid