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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

E. E. Cummings

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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Equality Existence Mortal
You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Young Yourself
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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Born Freedom Perfection Present Theory Truth
Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Art God Poetry Writing
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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Existence Feeling Magic
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Eyes Love Relationship Rose Voice Yourself
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
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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Love Ourselves Relationship Spring Time
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
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
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
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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Art Break Deep Destruction Glory Goal Light Reality Secret White
Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Laughter Open Yourself
The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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Fight Hard Live Man Try World Yourself

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