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- 02:52 pm
“And they laughed and grinned just like wild baboons,/ While they fired at him their sharp harpoons”
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- 08:21 am
“a movie queen could play the scene / of bringing all the good things out in me / but let’s be real”
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- 03:42 pm
“just say when and i’ll take you to my tardis / who’s the hardest, who’s the hardest”
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- 9
- 08:02 am
“silent sorrow in empty boats/a sickly sourness fills the room/the bitter harvest of a dying bloom”
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- 07:47 am
“if we work in tandem / there’s no fight we cannot win / just you and i, defying gravity”
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- 08:03 am
“boundless east we drove,/Where those long swells of breaker sweep/The nutmeg rocks and isles clove”
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- 08:14 am
Presented When the Emperor Visited Xinfeng Hotsprings Palace: Three Poems, Shangguan Wan’er
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- 08:07 am
“absorbent and yellow and porous is he / sponge! bob! square! pants!”
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- 07:50 am
“Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also, / like the diligent leaves.”
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- 09:42 am
“i need a light to tell the time / i’m sure the sky wants its black back”
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- 07:45 am
“The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; / The grave is burst”
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Active Entries
- 1: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 2: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 3: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 4: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 5: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 6: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 7: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 8: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 9: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
- 10: “windy has stormy eyes / that flash at the sound of lies / and windy has wings to fly”
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