damask

spin it off: wonderful by everclear

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in
thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

new layout. yayness. scrwed colours though. back to twelfth night.