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Nov 2019
Noise, cancels all thought of mine
Like the priest to the skeptic
Interruption for all of time

O, Solitude! With thy hymns so divine
Why pass by, though not stay
To converse about all there is and all there shall be

For thou are the only thing that keeps me alive
That keeps me awake and keeps me with strife
And shall do so, for all of eternity
By which I mean...this finite life
Wrote this in class as I was annoyed due to the sheer volume of the sounds my classmates were making. Not to mention that the teacher was boring as hell. Oh well.
Written by
DA Bloomfield
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   Bogdan Dragos
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