[tabby title="Poem"] I flirt with Death every night until no one else remains, but she doesn't even give me her number. When I try to kiss her she flinches and turns away from me, She always leaves me to dream...

[tabby title="Poem"] Academia If you manipulate your resources In just the right way You can create the premises to say Exactly what you want them to say You can force your reader To conclude, if you will, that The sky...