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If breathing were like a swallow, little prince; sharp winged, hollow boned, light as mist, It might take up spit, render it over river banks;build di..
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When one slips into the observer, watching the silence,they may fail to hear you approach see you even at moments, but they know you're there,you push..
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six degrees of separation.
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One day I want to be the grandmother that only ever wears socks while fully dressed, at Christmas I’ll put coins in them and dance on the hearth..
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thats how it is
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While this pain this beautiful pain consumes my whole breast and steals my breath I do not feel the ache in my bones.
My dear this is why I pass ove..
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All the paper pieces we'llpulp down till then
that time; then
with all the writings fluid we’ll add petals
we’ll add petals, colour dye..
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My heart has been over ruling my head
for the longest time,
speaking its own language,
I can’t hear its whispers, though feel its pain.
I sw..
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Beautiful part of life,
you are an unrealistic measure, mine.
Never truelyreal you were always fading;
I’ll never be able to forgive you fo..
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