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O Captain, My Captain

If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? — Carpe — hear it?

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Literature

The Memory Of You

now
in november
after the light of leaves
the light of snow
 
chrysanthemums
delectable
and white as coconut before the snow
become immortal

– Joan Vayo, …

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Photography

Mountains

They called it a hill,

but looking out at the parapets

of the main house

of the Quinta da Regaleira

I saw all of Sintra and Cascais… 239 more words

Poetry

Petrichor

Wishfully I look into sky 

dark clouds only 

roaring now and then.

And that moment 

I took a blink

drizzle so soft

on my face. 14 more words

Poetry

Something You Can't Un-see

Happiness
Is perceived
A narcotic released
By my mind when I feed
It enough self-deceit

Before
I would starve it
Preferring to see
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Poetry

Sometimes.

Today I found myself thinkg about you.

Again.

Because I miss you.

I miss you so much.

And it hurts like hell.

It hurts because I fucked up. 15 more words

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