The Pride of Venice

What light through yonder window breaks? The artifice of all that’s fake. An understated memory of love gone bad; The window now shuttered and ivy clad. Wherefore art thou young cavalier, That you should rent such grief from here? Fair Romieta; young Julio wandering woods so dark and strange, In search of freedoms not yet […]

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The Queen of Spears

Abuse is like having every bone in your body broken, then being ordered to rise up or face the consequences. Once you break something, it becomes something else. No longer what it was made for. Even though the bones may heal, you remain misshapen and broken, ever reminded of the damage that was inflicted upon […]

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