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Young Writers Society


Pompadour


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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

--Robert Frost



Another teenager masquerading as a ninety-something-year-old man with a fly haircut. I am remarkably ignorant, and unremarkably pessimistic.

You can bother me for anything~


Interests

finding pace and rhythm

Occupation

Some spatial Flying Dutchman

Website

http://pompaboorish.tumblr.com/


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Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
— Unknown