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here lies the thoughts and passions of a nearly 20 year old chicago acting student.
Bibliophile, Doctor Who, Lost, Hopeless Romantic and Optimist. Lover of People, Art, Literature and Jazz music.
Bibliophile, Doctor Who, Lost, Hopeless Romantic and Optimist. Lover of People, Art, Literature and Jazz music.
The Hanging Garden: La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats →
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.I see a lily on thy brow,
With…
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