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Being broken and flawed is something beautiful, something greater than we could ever dream.
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Step one foot closer,
Reach out, take my hand.
Come walk with me,
And trace our footsteps in the sand.
Stepping in harmonious unison,
Where e..
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The man with a billion faces.
We are one, but are one billion in our number.
I am but one representative of the billion, of the one,
but I ..
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Interaptus
It was a cold morning day,
And was my first day back at
school.
Dropped in new surrounding,
I knew not what to do.
I walked i..
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A humorous love poem using math terminology.
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The details of a man's sorrowful life. Extended and edited version of the original In Memoriam.
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There's something broken,
Something that goes unnoticed
And remains left unspoken.
We all sense it in our vision,
That longing for a bit more,..
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When the weak grow strong
When the silent speak their mind,
And the deaf begin to sing,
What joy will we then find?
When the pained begin to d..
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Friday, March 1st, 2002
The first day we met,
You said and waved hello,
And at first sight, I just knew
Two days went past,
And we saw each o..
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Tomorrow's always a mystery,
When today hides its face
And the world feels so empty,
When you run from its embrace
The echoes are always quiet..
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