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Too late to go back.
Pride and determination,
The will to write it.
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My reaction to my poor planning and possibly execution for Camp Nanowrimo. I will succeed, maybe.
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Too late to go back.
Pride and determination,
The will to write it.
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My reaction to my poor planning and possibly execution for Camp Nanowrimo. I will succeed, maybe.
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I will never know,
What it means but I can still
Hold it close to me.
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Do not think that it’s a mere Fairytale,
Believe it.
Act as if Midnight is quickly,
Approaching.
Waiting for the dream is wasteful,
It cannot, It will not,
Find you.
You must seek it.
It will happen;
Patience is not a virtue.
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The dream shines at night,
By day it eludes capture,
Only time will tell.
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Cool air magnifies,
Every breathe that I take in,
Must I do the same?
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Inhibitions set free, only for one day.
Hurricanes flowing from Pat O’Brien’s
Jazz floats onto the street from Preservation Hall.
Party now, repent later,
or not.
No one to judge you.
Bourbon Street is your stage;
Blend into the crowd or
Stand above the rest.
Catch a float or catch the trolley.
Follow your senses, leave your mind behind.
Because tomorrow, tomorrow you must return
to a place of rules, regulations.
Don’t miss the chance to paint your master piece in the vivd colors of
Green, Gold and Purple.
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Risk it, lose your mind.
Euphoria brings about
Hidden Successes.
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HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience