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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Beautiful Earth Love Sky
Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Goodness Let Go Listening Universe
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Believe Feeling Moments People Thinking Yourself
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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Creation Existence Experience Movement Poet Possible
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Philosophy Possible Reality Wisdom Yourself
To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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Battle Be Yourself Best Deep Fight Hard Human Love Night Self Stop Wisdom World
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Alive Darkness Eyes Myself Sun
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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Fear Hope Love Silence Stars Strength Strong Sun Voice
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

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