He was late and phoned her not
And so she sighed
His phone was hidden in a pot
And so she sighed
She sighed so much she built a bridge
The Bridge of Sighs for those bewitched
By lying men who bear a grudge
And then she died


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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