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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.

E. E. Cummings

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
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
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
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
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
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
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
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
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Love Moon Relationship Stars Sun Yourself
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Alive Yourself
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Goodness Let Go Listening Universe
Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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Forever Live Myself Smile True Love

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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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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