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Almost-Dead Poets Society

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surviving ourselves despite ourselves

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Almost-Dead Poets Society | surviving ourselves despite ourselves Almost-Dead Poets Society surviving ourselves despite ourselves Silly Old Bear Posted in misterbooks , Poetry with tags aging , choices , god , Poetry , reality on March 20, 2009 by Wulfgar How did I get this lost loss on my own, at this age? Silly old bear   Thump    Thump     Thump or is it, think, think, think? It could not of, can not, Be my own doing entirely. Where is the Hand of God? and Where is the remote? 3 Comments » The Sleeping sun Posted in Authors , Poetry with tags melancholy , romance , thoughts on September 8, 2008 by Dream Peddler     Into the sleeping sun, Of a parabolic freedom, I want to escape. to the woods. to the silence, where words kill. Into the melancholic evening, of an enthralling beauty, I want to break free. from the boundations. from the death and hush, where you can’t say what you want. Into the utopia of...

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