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Agarwaen

  • Other Poetry Re: Weird...Antifeeling poem, lol

    I feel stretched, stretched across your field of view I feel bent, bent like the mighty yew I hear your calling, from across the distant shore You never speak, you ...

    May 6, 2008


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien