The narcissistic primarily autobiographical blog of the pseudonymous d.b. echo
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
To the girl with the Oscar Wilde tattoo
I love you, though I never met you
And I will remember you, though I never knew you.
Rest in peace, child.
"We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free." - Oscar Wilde,
The Young King
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