English 28A is a poetry analysis class. Thus, it is ruining my life. But anyway:
These verses committed to paper
Wreathed in academia and genius
Echoing the deepest sentiments of mankind
Expressing the fortitude of its thought.
I am so tired. This class is making me think too differently. AND I DON'T LIKE THAT
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