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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.

E. E. Cummings

A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Exception Man Politics
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Born Deep People Philosophy Thinking
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 eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Beautiful Fear Love Moon Myself Relationship Secret Sing Sun True World
Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Beyond Experience Eyes Happiness Myself Silence Touch Travel
You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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Deep Happiness Life Live Nature Transformation Wisdom Young
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
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
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Artist Description Difference Feeling Man
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
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
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Choice Friendship Goodness Myself Worth

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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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