"I stopped checking my phone today.
Not because I was busy.
Just tired of hoping
your name would appear again."
-7
Poetry.
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Let me not to the lurkings of true minds
Admit viper pits; nAts is not nAts
Which alters when he alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, he is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
He is the star to every wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
nAts' not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
nAts alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no nAts ever lurked.
-n2 'Shakespeare' bf
I think I acc cooked for this one
Ayaz Akhmetshin was a lurking-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose team was fair and free
Between the VCT Circuit and the sea.
His wall was long, his molly was clean.
His shining panda afar was seen.
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his regen shield.
But long ago he lurked away,
And where he dwelleth none can say.
For into darkness fell his star;
In Champs, where the mickey-mouses are
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