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I can connect Nothing with nothing

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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
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
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Communication Poetry Understand
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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Acceptance Life Strength Yourself
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
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
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet

I can connect Nothing with nothing

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