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I am a vast dichotomy of tasteful ideals. I desire to dream the dreams most people deterred. Paintbrushes touch canvases then lift as if unsure if they should grace the world with their beauty or hold back with chagrin. Bodies burrow under blankets with banned books instead of men. I warm myself with beverages in a coffee mug on a rainy day rather than a body lying next to me.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Song of Myself (a ****** imitation of Walt Whitman)
I am a vast dichotomy of tasteful ideals. I desire to dream the dreams most people deterred. Paintbrushes touch canvases then lift as if unsure if they should grace the world with their beauty or hold back with chagrin. Bodies burrow under blankets with banned books instead of men. I warm myself with beverages in a coffee mug on a rainy day rather than a body lying next to me.
We had to write a poem for my English class that attempted to imitate Walt Whitman. I think it was a ****** imitation of someone as amazing as Whitman, but I think it's a pretty okay poem.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
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