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Raleigh
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22 Apr 2017, 6:01 am

Because everything is pointless, really.

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22 Apr 2017, 6:16 am

Yes.
I approve of this.
f**k yeah.
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22 Apr 2017, 6:28 am

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22 Apr 2017, 6:30 am

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22 Apr 2017, 6:31 am

It weighs heavy.

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22 Apr 2017, 7:28 am

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22 Apr 2017, 7:37 am

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22 Apr 2017, 10:53 pm

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22 Apr 2017, 11:00 pm

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,
The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.