Madison, 16
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating at my chamber door;-
This is it and noting more,’
I’m really heart broken still
F buddies? Is there anything wrong with that? Oh well

