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Thomas Banks
I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality
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Friday, September 11, 2009

Epitaph

He wished for none to wait on his commanding;
He knew no thralldom, and he wished no throne.
But what few seek and fewer find, he won-
The Peace of God Which Passes Understanding.

-Thomas Banks-
Posted by Thomas Banks at 12:34 AM

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