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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Spring Love

    The tick tock of the clock teases me My hands tremble quake nothing eases me Sweat forms streams in the lines of my hands My throat croaks dry as dessert ...

    Sep 26, 2011


Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality