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Hi This is me..

If Your interested in my work stick around.. If not I hope the wrath of a specific member of the deity will reighn down upon you! (Only kidding.. Everythings Subjective remember)

My passion is ...

Linguistics

I know too much about ...

Political Rhetoric

My parents always told me ...

Be yourself

My childhood ambition ...

Teacher

My favorite memory ...

Tent City

Why I write ...

Boredom

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Zen and the art of motorcycle maintanance

My first job ...

Kitchen Porter

My best moment ...

Passing my A-levels

My inspiration ...

Robert Persig

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Graveyards

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High walled entrence at the foot of a hill Walk past row upon row of cold shaped stone Six feet beneath the ground so cold and still In which lie boxes of forgotten bone The rats gnaw on corpses without faces Making a meal of fateful transcience Hear them scuttling through dusty rib cages They are dancing a deadly dalliance These boxes of our own mortality Do beckon while calling us from the grave This enevitable totality It Sweeps over me like an endless wave Live for the day from the dawn of your life For Time sweeps by like the blade of a knife

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