So if anyone ever wanted to know what a PruAus sonnet would look like, this is it.
God, help me. This was an assignment for class, and it ended up being PruAus. I obviously need to get out more.
If naught but these - these fingers - doth remain
To compose sonatas in a barren cell
And no longer your soul does a form contain
But, gone with the rest, leaves your body a shell
You’d find your piano, your music, your love
Spared all ( Read more... )
If naught but these - these fingers - doth remain
To compose sonatas in a barren cell
And no longer your soul does a form contain
But, gone with the rest, leaves your body a shell
You’d find your piano, your music, your love
Spared all ( Read more... )
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the post-apocalypse vibe is the icing on the cake
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[Oh man, if you approve that method, you should see what I'm doing for one of my other classes. "Evoke a spot in New York City" turning into "write a Hetalia AU in New York City."]
I was wondering if anyone would pick up on it, considering I that to explain it to a couple of people. =P
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