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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT

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TeenInk "If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams." http://t.co/0FUP7fyJcB

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    If but my hope would return, as the seasonal winds- and my love as the tides do, may then my tumultuos heart go on a' palpatating....
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    Her old remains, so dismal and blue, lay silent in the frosted bleak room. Oh! such a room as this of darkness and horrid decay would cause the most jovial of beings to become overtaken with muteness. This wizened women, who drowned in her own misery, had one companion, a wretched dog. Overtaken...
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    Oh mercy-less and apathetic God! Why do you scorn my tormented soul, seizing the infinite tumult of man- entombing me within its grace? Have I not wept a thousand tears? Have I not seared everything that's sane- dwelling where the demons reap, proclaiming the ironies of your graciou...
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    A temperament not for the sane where tumult thrives groping for the shore like waves in battlement stranded at sea. I bid you an invitation - to paradise of course - boring not the darkness of day nor the illuminated night, but a sweet reverie scented with a poets smile. To one in par...
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    Below Poseidon's mighty waves, Where seraphs dwelt for a century, The burgeoning stench of the sick and slain thrive in beautiful infamy. Before the divine diference of night and day- When earth was but a reverie and the exulting mystic moon bore the tumult of the sea- A whisper roa...
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    Below the shifting moon of winters temperament un-kept, The drugged and waining waves Wail Poseidon's weeping roar....

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