Abide by the Protocal

January 20, 2014

I have a book of sonnets all for you

Its

1000 pages

with 1000 words on each page

Shakespeare couldn't compete with my compilation of beautiful

Truth

your face is so fair like.....

clouds

and

Your eyes are like....

they are like

sculpted from the marble stone

and um....

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