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being in the library for four hours


I have this ideal, This unattainable goal; If I could make it real, I'd finally feel whole.
These times alone I enjoy, I mean no deceit. But solitude I'd gladly destroy To make this experience complete.
All I really desire is conversation, Lectures deep and compelling. My exchange-starved days are aberrations Leaving a yearning that's more than telling.
Challenge me, teach me, make me think! Make engagement more than a suggestion. Enrich me with your view, make my world shrink; I cannot ask these books questions.
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puffin

I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.

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