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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

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We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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Deep Different Experience Missing
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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Fear Greatness Moments Myself See
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Humor Serious
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Myself Photograph Suffering
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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Fantasy Myself Sing Thinking
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself

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