Excerpt from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

[thraindropse]

And other withered stumps of time   Were told upon the walls; staring forms   Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.   Footsteps shuffled on the stair.

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antidraft cowardliness

[platitudesrus]

Always poetize your ganglion.

[beatnik_erich]

you inspire me