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Disentangle yourself from the nonsense of logic,and fall back into the dream from which you came.The childmind, born of love.The True Source of all th..
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To be loved, but not to love,or to love and be not loved�"are vestiges colder than where love knows not.
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A dear friend
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An old Irish teacher - Mr. Armstronglost hopelessly in time,yet resurrected for one more classin my restless sleep.I mapped his face againthrough the ..
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First there was noise.Then came a new sound.A clear voice with a new idea.The idea disrupted the noise and commanded silence. The noise listened. Then..
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If I could describe to youin perfect, exact detail..the shimmer of her silhouette - wet against the Summer sky,the bubble of her laughter,the curve of..
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A familiar scrawl
etched across my face
in public view -
the mark of failure.
The creased, beaten
brow,
over-slept face,
wincing eyes
and ..
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Adrift in black,free from earthly coilthey stare down coldly- without compassion.Oblivious to our minuscule plight,our indiscernible differenceswhere ..
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Woman in pain
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Imagine you own a farm - a chicken farm say.Every day you produce a certain amount of eggs.Every day you go out and gather the eggs,putting each one c..
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