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The Death of Poetry

by spencer-dennison

There is just something I want you to know. We knew that we would never be great, we would never feel fire in our heart when we congregate in the libraries and alleyways. We have lost our edge, our static charge, our blaze, and it beyond us recover it. We were amazing at something that the world had no patience for, so in those moments when we shone the world chose to ignore. Now we have lost our flair, we will never have another encore... Because we were spectacular at something and it has rotted away like so many of our hopes and aspirations and this tired procrastination has gotten us nowhere. We made a world, for every and anyone who chose to share it with us... but it has drained away from the land and sea, now us tired artists must join reality.
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Jan 9, 2015
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#love#sadness#death#hope#art#beauty#hopeless
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