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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

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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
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
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
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
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
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
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
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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Garden Memories Rose
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
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Knowledge Life Live Lost Wisdom
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music

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