Oh My Lady Wiccae, how I love thee
When I was sick, you came to my rescue
Held a contest in my honour, which flew
And still I have yet to send a thank-you
I will roam and kiss thy earth and thy sky
To see you write another word again
If you quit, I surely will miss your pen
For I believe your Muse has not yet end
Don't go into oblivion, please stay
With your words, your mortality will flow
Words of wisdom, love, truth mingled with blood
Pave new poetic works, showing the way
Continue to write, continue to pen
Show us your talent and write us some Zen.









I love it. But unfortunately I don't know if I can. An unfortunate comment to me "That was the shit that came from my rectum" kinda killed my writing for a while, and i had to look closer and found well..urm..my writing's gone downhill...so..I dont know.
I thank you for caring about me and know I'm always here.

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