Quote:
Originally Posted by anonymous
Count my tears by the streaks on my countenance,
redeem my heart with petrified overtures.
The stones my heart has shattered
steer clear of my lighthouse, and its stony beat.
You, too, should fear my love
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If you encountered me in the park and peered into my baby carriage, would you be as fast to apply whorish eye make-up to my baby with a cleft lip, to make her more pleasing to your eye?