Reader. Writer. Romantic.

Poetry

I’ve forgotten the joy of reading poetry aloud. It’s a beautiful thing, but not my nasally voice…that is not beautiful. But at least I can read with the rhythm and know when to breathe and stop….unlike a certain someone…

Also, read one of Lizzie Siddal’s poems. It’s so sad…it was probably about her treatment by Rossetti, but no guarantees. 

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