But at what price these unshed tears?
these fretful urges
these benevolent sneers
these wasted fears
These sad and somewhat cheerful dirges?
At what price these unspoiled dreams?
These uncut stones
these tepid gleams
these lazy streams
these tired and sunbleached aching bones?
At what price this wicked life?
this random confidential
this endless strife
this fickle knife
this inconsequential potential...














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poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg
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Peter Pan Must Die.
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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. " - Kahlil Gibran
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Fuck me harder. No harder. Make me cry.
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BUG CATCHER SEAN wants to fight!
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Peter Pan Must Die.
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Peter Pan Must Die.
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Peter Pan Must Die.
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It is never too late to be what you might have been ~ George Eliot
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