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Hello my love;
My love is a waterfall.
A sky at the rivers end.
My love is not pretend.
No wish to preserve,
my love is more deserved.
The..
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Birds whistle,
but who and what are they whistling for?
The grass continues to grow,
so why do we mow?
An insect crawling on my forearm,
does it ..
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I live in the floor drawn shadow, the shadow that i have created over time. Solidifying into what i announce, my own secluded dwelling from what exist..
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Just think...
Can you tase the disease? .................
Can you hear the la..
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A quick look into the teachings of buddha
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I miss your smile..
the sound of your voice..
it made my days and nights.
Something to look forward to-
something to hold on to.
One day we w..
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Where I stand now,
there is no peace;
All but remote section,
with limited capabilities.
I walk and talk my way,
but the dark divides my sud..
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For life,
there is suffering.
For death,
there is nothing.
But!
To live is to die
and to die is to have lived.
Mediums collide,
retracti..
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I ride through my kingdom.
The spot i dub home.
It is to where i go,
my contrasting abode.
Where knowledge grows,
and flows through roads so nar..
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Why do we have a thing labeled age?
A number increased when we seemingly change.
The simple statistic runs our lifes more than most know,
Because..
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