And when convulsive throes denied my breath The faultest utterance to my fading thought, To thee--to thee--e'en in the gasp of death My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought. Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not, And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will. Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still. New Post

Friday, June 09, 2006

Crikey

Some of you may have noticed that there's been a lack of posts recently. This is because my blog has moved. See the post below to find a link to the new one that I actually DO post on! You may want to change your bookmarks or if you subscribe to my feed, change that too.

See you there folks!

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