{"sf1_id":290413,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Eveyln, Evelyn","author":"Jikan Tunderiska","words":126,"posted_at":"2011-09-26T20:09:00.000Z","tags":["Incarceration","Love","Other","Poem","freedom","life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/290413-eveyln-evelyn","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/290413","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=290413\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Live for me, live for me, my sweet Evelyn.  \nDo all that I wont, do all that I wished.  \nLive as I wanted, growth be with me since.  \n  \nEvelyn, O! Evelyn. My one claim  \nTo being good, to loving all I missed!  \nCould you live for me? I would do the same.  \n  \nBut lo! Here I am, strapped tight to this chain.  \nThere you sit, tears in your eyes, Evelyn,  \nDo not cry for my suffring, for my dame,  \nFor what Ive done, troubles caused by my sin.  \n  \nBut you, Evelyn, you can still live, you  \nCan live for both of us. So live for me.  \nBut now, I must go. Our time, short and few  \nIs what keeps me going, til I am free.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}