Setting a writing goal for book two ~ 2016

Awake in Purple Dreams
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When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-hearted,To sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this!
The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow;It felt like the warningof what I feel now.Thy vows are all broken,And light is thy fame:I hear thy name spokenAnd share in its shame.
They name thee before me,A knell to thine ear;A shudder comes o’er me-Why wert thou so dear?They know not I...