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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

E. E. Cummings

A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth
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 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
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Exception Man Politics
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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Fight Intelligence Lost Person
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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Fear Hope Love Silence Voice
Nobody loses all the time.
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Hope Inspirational Lose One Liner Time
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
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Health Money Place Poor Rich Sad Sick Travel
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Change Nature Soft Touch
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
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
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
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Bird Heart Live Man Old Secret Sing

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