For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
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I Kissed My Bestfriend's Brother. Now What?
Young Adult
Falling For The Michaelson Bad Boy
Desired By The Once-Bullied, Billionaire Soccer Player
TAINTING HER PURITY : His little target BOOK
My High School Romance
Secret Coven
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