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love is ... distance in the form of a rain
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what memory is
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does. Allen Ginsberg
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Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me 1.6.2021 (Walt Whitman, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry)
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Live, old life!
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purpose - The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. Woody Allen
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you know i have loved you for almost twenty years
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i love you more than nature
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You're a romanticist. What do you think a man is, a papaya? To digest your dinner? In pill form? William Carlos Williams
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THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER ... (deny yourself all / half things ... )
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—the descent follows the ascent
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god, love is more strange than numerals more strange than grass on fire more strange than the dead body of a child drowned in the bottom of a tub, we know so little, we know so much, we don’t know enough. Charles Bukowski,
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Naked Soul - Every soul needs a touch of erotic love. A deep, unconditional love is what every heart truly desires. True love is passionately erotic.Salil Jha
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#love 12021
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I AM THE DOOR . . . Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others? Martin Luther King Jr
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have i told you i love you
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In early February 2006, I was forty-seven and at the lowest point of my life. Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky
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night is falling / i think of you . . . { LVE }
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We live once and there will be no other life. You should enjoy every moment and use any opportunity to make your life brighter - Lev Landau
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Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dreamJack Kerouac ♥️
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Don’t Dream It’s Over (LI 6/2000)
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what is love
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At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet - Plato
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Ghetto di Roma . . . “I condemn the 1938 racial laws, all of whose weight I still feel on my shoulders to this day, and with me the whole royal house,” 48-year-old Emanuele Filiberto of Savoy said of his great-grandfather
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Who never knew the price of happiness will not be happy.Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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why try to change me now
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if love exist it exist in you ♥️
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comfortable outside of the comfort zone
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It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love or how you love, it matters only that you love John Lennon
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The only thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give is enough love. Henry Miller
