"You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe.
I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad!
only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!"
Find a Linton.
Like his name he's like honey and milk on your wounds.
Your love for him will be swift and bright,
it will fade with the leaves on the trees,
when autumn turns to winter.
But he will be there. Always.
And never leave you shouting his name in the dark and the rain.
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