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Lightening struck the timeless primordial tree,From his stardust I emerged, and onto dust we turn,Born out of a color, tuned onto a seed,Behold the gr..
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You only live twice so it seems,Once for yourself and once in your dreams.Once in virtue or by dishonest means,For man is crude to the air he breathes..
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He is twenty-seven years old, a graduate of business management who works in the businessdistrict downtown. He has been enjoying his last couple of we..
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In the horizon, he slyly lurks and schemesSizing his prey from the all-mountainous summit,A hermit of the mountain, antique are his meansYet Hermes lo..
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