Winder of winds and words and thoughts
Thoughts! Thoughts! Why they're more than thoughts
Bring them the dreams they've never had dreamed
Sought
Gatherer to the indian cave
Throreau, Dickinson, and all poets of old
Six feet under, doorknobs, and graves
Dead! Dead!
A thousand times no!
Drip from their tongues, drip from the lips
Drip from your eyes, your hair strands
And fins!
Grown are the souls of all of us in
Meek meeks, And Make Women Swoon
Lighting up whispers while basked in the moon
Can we care not?
What can be more than the dish and the spoon?
Folded and finding what's in our souls, all
Carpe Diem, lords
Before we all fall!















Comments
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If we can't laugh, then our enemies win!
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
Ive never seen dead poets society XD Whats it about?
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love is only your imagination.
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love is only your imagination.
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