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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

E. E. Cummings

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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Beyond Happiness Myself Travel
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
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
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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Fight Intelligence Lost Person
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
You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Deep Love Myself Relationship Yourself
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Love Moon Relationship Stars Sun Yourself
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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Creation Deep Destroy Wisdom
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
Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Burn Greatness Man
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
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
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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Carry Heart Myself Stars Wonder
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

Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

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