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When passion dies friendship hovers round our flesh like flies.

Leonard Cohen

Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.
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Care Forgiveness
If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.
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Deep Ocean Yourself
There is a crack in everything.
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One Liner
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.
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Forgiveness Happiness I Miss You Myself
Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.
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Growth Heart Touch
Ah, grief makes us precise!
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Grief One Liner
Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old, and full of grief, but still not suffering.
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Care Grief Suffering
You go your way I’ll go your way too.
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Love Togetherness Way Yourself
European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.
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Children Death Growth Leadership Parents War
A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.
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Love Victim Yourself
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
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Evidence Faith Need Strong 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
I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.
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Choice Deep Love Myself
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
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Eyes Ourselves Wonderful
Dear Hitler Take away the torches I’m not guilty I had to have this.
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Myself
To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.
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Herself Kiss

When passion dies friendship hovers round our flesh like flies.

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