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Sometimes, as I sit, the words, they just flow. And why, they all fit, the muse, only knows. Read More
Lonely it stands on the hillside, overlooking the bay. Read More
What about black eyes, that conjure the image of the darkest of nights, sucking you in to that deep abyss of dismal despair? Read More
Winter’s cold, iron hold, Passes fast, Doesn’t last. Read More
Oh sweet second, where have you gone? Your quick life passes, just a pawn. Read More
The things we don’t say, When we think them, When we feel them, Read More
Purdue, Purdue, what are you? Your buildings made of brick. Your towers tall, with many a hall, students watch time tick. Read More
I wonder, as I wander, through these cubes piled high, when will it end, when will I die? Read More