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Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

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To discover the truth in anything that is alien, first dispense with the indispensable in your own vision.
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Discover Philosophy Truth Vision
My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.
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Leaving Myself
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
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Eyes Ourselves Wonderful
I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.
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Afraid Expectation Life Live Myself Place Risk
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.
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Afraid Avoid Beautiful Forever Goodness Myself Shame Weakness Yourself
Remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.
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Breathe Myself Remember Yourself
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
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Feeling Myself Rain Skin Wait
It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear.
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Dissappear Love Philosophy
A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.
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Love Victim Yourself
We are ugly but we have the music.
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Music Ugly
Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.
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Beautiful Believe Expectation Feeling Love Myself
Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars.
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Forever Stars
I’m planning a catastrophe.
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Destruction Myself One Liner
Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.
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Break Up Dream Lie Relationship
How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
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Morning Taste
To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.
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Herself Kiss

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