We’re alone
on a lonely island.
Waiting for a ship
that may not arrive.
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We’re alone
on a lonely island.
Waiting for a ship
that may not arrive.
“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.”
Mary Shelley | Frankenstein