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Surrounded by my chaotic life, I briefly climb back to Sunday.
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Self-mastery isknowing what you want, and howto want something else.
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Little bones of icerattle in parallel rows,in a red casket.
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Air dragged through the throattastes like heavy snow. Quicklyit escapes--a cough!
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When, in the pitch black,the Devil grabs you from inside,truth, alone, is weak.
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Devote your life tobeauty: dig religiously,find the truth inside.
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Devote all your lifeto truth. Soon it will teach youto learn from beauty.
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Devote your life tothe good: truth and beauty willfill inside and out.
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Deep under the crust,seas of apple pie filling,vast and overcooked.
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You keep using thatWord. I do not think it meanswhat you think it means.
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