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A No-Title PoemJuliet or Isolde? You choose But all lovers die in the end For lack of creativityA No-Title Poem
I'm awaken by the unbearable heat of one nightmarish summer's night Where the vague fantasy of your fingers making love to the keys vapors and vanishes It must be freezing cold in Russia now as you push your forehead to the window dreaming of the last woman you undressed on paper I burn patiently in the night's heat It must be raining in Poland as you walk beside the river holding imaginary fairy hands My room has becom
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Fairy
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"Yo soy como los del coban, vienen, comen y se van"
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hiya! thanks for the
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In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni, nisi in angulo cum libro.
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Everyone has a choice: to be above all, to be inferior or to be outside. I like being on the outside...
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"Evolution didn't stop with us getting thumbs. There are a lot of metaphysical, spiritual, and emotional changes going on right now, and we're just trying to reflect that. We're not that different from Tori Amos" ~ Maynard James Keenan
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"Our thoughts form the universe - they always matter"
--G'Kar Babylon 5
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Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
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