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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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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
There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
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Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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Book Enough People Reading
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
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
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
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
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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Beyond Escape Experience
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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God Light One Liner Prayer
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Dare Myself World
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Fear Feeling Grief Music
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Inspirational Possible Risk
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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