द सॉफ्टली स्पोकन वर्ड्स टच द यंग मैन हॉट नेम द क्लास ऑफ अंडरलाइंड वर्ड​

y Stokes typed the words into his phone. He typed during class, on the way to dinner, and long after midnight while his roommates slept. Whenever something angered him, he’d write a line or two. One day he sat down to gather the words into a poem. It begins softly, then turns fierce as thunder.