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— Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind’s cage-door,
She’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar. —
(Fancy | John Keats)
Writer&Shitposter | Fandom misanthrope | Old Clichés Addict | Enemies to Lovers Is a Mood | I write stories for a living but it’s also my main source of fun. Guess I really don’t know when it’s time to stop working.
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