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And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore! |
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"If graffiti is a crime, let judge forgive us." "Döğüş Kulübü"
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Life is just blah blah blah. You hope for blah. And waiting for blah. And sometimes you find it. But, mostly, it's blah and waiting for blah. And hoping you were right about the blahs you made. And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah damn thing figured out, And you're surrounded by the ones you blah, death shows up. And blah, blah, blah... |
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