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!

posted by Jesus Of Suburbia at 08:21

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