His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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Being infinite doesn't give us eternal peace. It doesn't make us fall in love with forever, Or lose ourselves in the trip to sweet serenity.
Infinity is finite. Neither full, nor empty.
There's no sudden calm to the rise and fall of our chests. No sliver of hope in outliving the air we breathe, the Waterfalls that cleanse the very grounds we stand on. Not a single chance of stepping in the same river twice. It fights us tooth and nail to stay awake, a one-time deal. It doesn't surrender to slumber. Never has, never will.
8 hours of sleep has gone viral, a policy so common, So strict. But how can the same fans of this belief Be the same living beings who watch 8 close its eyes?
They are left with a grimmer nothingness, The second time around.
No sanctuary to rest our withered minds and souls. No sheep to count, that's their bloodstream's therapy. You feel it when you draw it—a downward stroke That loops back up and around itself—eight lays down On the cusp of night lights and nightmares, between
The heavens and hillsides they're born to climb. There are no dreams in our infinity, no vows we make.
