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I do admire How our seasons change Winter's tale Becomes summer's sonnet. Quaint complexes And their uncomplicated dwellers Existing in solid metronome. Years skip over And it's always the same story. How do you keep your composure so well? He painted still life on repeat. Sometimes things Are better admired from a distance. Her tattered quill Has been crafting chronicles For ages Most with mixed morals And chapters of relentless passion Shared by the wicked, The naive, The reckless, And the virtuous. Divulging into each finely chiseled character Their legends, their struggles Bid to cease only when Clocks move in reverse (History may not repeat itself here) Here we believe We posses the entirety of the universe. (Infinity stops at the border Of silver sheens And construction beams) Within our pool Of blood and glory The myths are no longer only Fool's dialogue. In this city, They are alive.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
Double Luxury
I do admire How our seasons change Winter's tale Becomes summer's sonnet. Quaint complexes And their uncomplicated dwellers Existing in solid metronome. Years skip over And it's always the same story. How do you keep your composure so well? He painted still life on repeat. Sometimes things Are better admired from a distance. Her tattered quill Has been crafting chronicles For ages Most with mixed morals And chapters of relentless passion Shared by the wicked, The naive, The reckless, And the virtuous. Divulging into each finely chiseled character Their legends, their struggles Bid to cease only when Clocks move in reverse (History may not repeat itself here) Here we believe We posses the entirety of the universe. (Infinity stops at the border Of silver sheens And construction beams) Within our pool Of blood and glory The myths are no longer only Fool's dialogue. In this city, They are alive.
Idk I am very thankful to live where I do now but I find the people to be rather bland and some are downright distasteful so hopefully from the opportunities I'm given here I can move to a town I feel more ***** in :)
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
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