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I am currently a student at the University of West Florida in Pensacola. I am working on a biology degree and I hope to go on to medical school and become a doctor of some sort, possibly anesthesiology. Although I am a science nerd I enjoy very much reading classical literature and, of course, reading and writing poetry. A couple of my favorite poets are e. e. Cummings and Walt Whitman. When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts, the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the learned astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars. -Walt Whitman ~ one of my favorites somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -E. E. Cummings ~another favorite

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Regret (1)Passing Time (1)<Untitled> (0)
Rain (1)Nostalgia (0)Piece of Shit (0)
weapon of choice (1)Paradox of the Grave (2)Fall from Logic (1)
Fevering Possession (1)Texture to depth (2)in your eyes (2)
sea of sad souls (3)overwhelmed (2)tears fall (3)
Unsensable (2)humble honey-bee (3)Possessing Peace (3)
Impassioned Senses (4)Alone (5)Perfection (5)
Echo (4)Unquenchable (3)Covet (1)
Until the day Forever comes (2)Natural Love (Mother's Nature) (0)Tree of Wisdom (0)
Labyrinth (2)Serenity (3)A Room So familiar (1)
Reves doux de vous (5)The Shepherd's Voice (1)


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