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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.

E. E. Cummings

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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Fear Hope Love Silence Voice
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
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Change Nature Soft Touch
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
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
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Exception Man Politics
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 love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Beautiful Earth Love Sky
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
Nobody loses all the time.
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Hope Inspirational Lose One Liner Time
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Alive Death Deep One Liner
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
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
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
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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Address Ourselves
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself

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