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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.

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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Break Myself Play Thinking Toy
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
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Brave Hell Mistake Nation Patriot
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
Progress is a comfortable disease.
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Comfortable One Liner Progress Sick
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 voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Eyes Love Relationship Rose Voice Yourself
You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Deep Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Alone Deep Love One Liner Sun
Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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Artist Hate Love Night Trust
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.
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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
Nobody loses all the time.
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Hope Inspirational Lose One Liner Time
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 and I are more than you and I because it’s we.

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