He looks upon the rest
The few gathered outside, killing
Time measured in cigarettes.
Smoke encircles his brow
Softened by age, by worry
Threadbare suit leans to the brick.
They're glancing back on him
Professor, smoking before class
Respected but fading.
They wonder why he
Erudite and arrogant
Loiters among his students
He exhales, manages a smirk
As usual knowing, now not of books
But of uninspired truth:
They smoke to enjoy it
He smokes to die.











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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))
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"By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive, Nature accomplishes her benificent designs---
now, a flood of fire,
now, a flood of ice...
and again in the fullness of time an outburst of Life..."
John Muir, 1877
...i.e., your Edward Cullen icon
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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))
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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))
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"By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive, Nature accomplishes her benificent designs---
now, a flood of fire,
now, a flood of ice...
and again in the fullness of time an outburst of Life..."
John Muir, 1877
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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))
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"I'll bite, chew, swallow and Digest the hand that feeds me." ~ "I'm Best at Ruining my Life" - From Autumn to Ashes
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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))