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</gallery>Patryk, ashamed by the reception of his poetic debut, went back to writing, finding whatever inspiration he could, and the inspiration he found - was beautiful. It wasn't the Beatles, it wasn't any movie, and knowing Patryk it sure as hell wasn't nature - It was something better. an already published poem by Theodore. Finding his inspiration, Patryk quickly went to writing, stealing the entire poem word for word, happily publishing his work of art into the cord chat.<blockquote>[[File:Plagthegay.png|thumb|~~653x653px~~]](@Astolfo) heres a better poem

</gallery>Patryk, ashamed by the reception of his poetic debut, went back to writing, finding whatever inspiration he could, and the inspiration he found - was beautiful. It wasn't the Beatles, it wasn't any movie, and knowing Patryk it sure as hell wasn't nature - It was something better. an already published poem by Theodore. Finding his inspiration, Patryk quickly went to writing, stealing the entire poem word for word, happily publishing his work of art into the cord chat.<blockquote>[[File:Plagthegay.png|thumb|223x223px]](@Astolfo) heres a better poem

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin, She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand; She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin; I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand; She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake, Coming behind her for her pretty sake (But what prodigious mowing we did make). Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and those circles moved). Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay: I’m martyr to a motion not my own; What’s freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).</blockquote>Patryk hit his creative peak, a trve masterpiece, beloved by all. It was totally fucking plagiarized. So, Patryk went on his way to write a real poem for Astolfo, so autistic you could tell he was the one who made it. After working away on it, he finally revealed it to the server.<blockquote>Oh my, Astolfo. don't kill yourself. I secretly love you. I want to be. in a relationship with you. a ONLINE relationship with you. I want it to be nice and calm. not like a mentally abusive and/or Yandere-like relationship. Oh my, Astolfo. Stop acting like Yuri from Doki Doki. Your not mentally well. I want you to be mentally well again. safe. and happy. Oh my, Astolfo. Please. for god's sake. don't kill yourself. please. just please. Godbless you.</blockquote>Patryk's beautiful Poem resonated with Astolfo, and she finally stopped threatening suicide.

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;

Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:

The shapes a bright container can contain!

Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,

Or English poets who grew up on Greek

(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,

She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;

She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;

I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;

She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,

Coming behind her for her pretty sake

(But what prodigious mowing we did make).

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:

Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;

She played it quick, she played it light and loose;

My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;

Her several parts could keep a pure repose,

Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose

(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:~~[[File:Plagidk.png|thumb|481x481px]]~~I’m martyr to a motion not my own;

What’s freedom for? To know eternity.

I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.

But who would count eternity in days?

These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:

(I measure time by how a body sways).</blockquote>Patryk hit his creative peak, a trve masterpiece, beloved by all. It was totally fucking plagiarized. So, Patryk went on his way to write a real poem for Astolfo, so autistic you could tell he was the one who made it. After working away on it, he finally revealed it to the server.<blockquote>Oh my, Astolfo. don't kill yourself.

I secretly love you. I want to be.

in a relationship with you.

a ONLINE relationship with you.

I want it to be nice and calm. not like a mentally abusive and/or Yandere-like relationship.

Oh my, Astolfo.

Stop acting like Yuri from Doki Doki. Your not mentally well.

I want you to be mentally well again. safe. and happy.

Oh my, Astolfo. Please. for god's sake.

don't kill yourself. please just please.

Godbless you.</blockquote>Patryk's beautiful Poem resonated with ~~Adolfo~~, and she finally stopped threatening suicide.

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-</gallery>Patryk, ashamed by the reception of his poetic debut, went back to writing, finding whatever inspiration he could, and the inspiration he found - was beautiful. It wasn't the Beatles, it wasn't any movie, and knowing Patryk it sure as hell wasn't nature - It was something better. an already published poem by Theodore. Finding his inspiration, Patryk quickly went to writing, stealing the entire poem word for word, happily publishing his work of art into the cord chat.<blockquote>[[File:Plagthegay.png|thumb|653x653px]](@Astolfo) heres a better poem
+</gallery>Patryk, ashamed by the reception of his poetic debut, went back to writing, finding whatever inspiration he could, and the inspiration he found - was beautiful. It wasn't the Beatles, it wasn't any movie, and knowing Patryk it sure as hell wasn't nature - It was something better. an already published poem by Theodore. Finding his inspiration, Patryk quickly went to writing, stealing the entire poem word for word, happily publishing his work of art into the cord chat.<blockquote>[[File:Plagthegay.png|thumb|223x223px]](@Astolfo) heres a better poem
-I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
+I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin, She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand; She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin; I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand; She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake, Coming behind her for her pretty sake (But what prodigious mowing we did make). Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and those circles moved). Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay: I’m martyr to a motion not my own; What’s freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).</blockquote>Patryk hit his creative peak, a trve masterpiece, beloved by all. It was totally fucking plagiarized. So, Patryk went on his way to write a real poem for Astolfo, so autistic you could tell he was the one who made it. After working away on it, he finally revealed it to the server.<blockquote>Oh my, Astolfo. don't kill yourself. I secretly love you. I want to be. in a relationship with you. a ONLINE relationship with you. I want it to be nice and calm. not like a mentally abusive and/or Yandere-like relationship. Oh my, Astolfo. Stop acting like Yuri from Doki Doki. Your not mentally well. I want you to be mentally well again. safe. and happy. Oh my, Astolfo. Please. for god's sake. don't kill yourself. please. just please. Godbless you.</blockquote>Patryk's beautiful Poem resonated with Astolfo, and she finally stopped threatening suicide.
-When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
-Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
-The shapes a bright container can contain!
-Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
-Or English poets who grew up on Greek
-(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).
-How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
-She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
-She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
-I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
-She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
-Coming behind her for her pretty sake
-(But what prodigious mowing we did make).
-Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
-Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
-She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
-My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
-Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
-Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
-(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).
-Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:[[File:Plagidk.png|thumb|481x481px]]I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
-What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
-I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
-But who would count eternity in days?
-These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
-(I measure time by how a body sways).</blockquote>Patryk hit his creative peak, a trve masterpiece, beloved by all. It was totally fucking plagiarized. So, Patryk went on his way to write a real poem for Astolfo, so autistic you could tell he was the one who made it. After working away on it, he finally revealed it to the server.<blockquote>Oh my, Astolfo. don't kill yourself.
-I secretly love you. I want to be.
-in a relationship with you.
-a ONLINE relationship with you.
-I want it to be nice and calm. not like a mentally abusive and/or Yandere-like relationship.
-Oh my, Astolfo.
-Stop acting like Yuri from Doki Doki. Your not mentally well.
-I want you to be mentally well again. safe. and happy.
-Oh my, Astolfo. Please. for god's sake.
-don't kill yourself. please just please.
-Godbless you.</blockquote>Patryk's beautiful Poem resonated with Adolfo, and she finally stopped threatening suicide.