Dead Poets Society

August 16, 2014

Change is constant,

but not for the world.

Society deems action for history

Mind and body forget you,

recoiling us with injury.

Together we are no longer members of the human race,

stolen by emotions now floating into space.

Hang on to abandoned,

love into nothing.

August 11, 2014

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