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“In all the time I’ve lived 25 years no one has ever looked into my eyes and said “I love you” the way I wanted to hear it said or meant by that what I mean by love. Do I want something wrong ? Am I looking for something impossible? . . .
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poetry room (bickering with the echoes of the soul)
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Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love, not a jewel, not a single line. Patti Smith, M Train 6.4.21 ♥️
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“Bragging still, but telling the truth still, . . . during all this time I was getting A’s and B’s in high school, mainly because I used to cut class at least once a week...” Jack Kerouac
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“All I want / Love when I want it / The rest is bullshit” - Jack Kerouac (Lowell, MA)
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Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
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I woke up at 5 in the morning . . . Lonesome Traveler, Jack Kerouac
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do we miss each other or it’s just me (SF 2019)
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simple . . . love my world that i created
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"Where are you going?"-Just as you cant explain to the police, you cant explain to society "Looking for peace.” - Jack Kerouac
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We boarded the F train and rode to the end of the line - Patti Smith
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before & after the sunset
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I'm with you always / You're ever on my mind
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Well, if you're looking for love / Honey, I'm tougher than the rest
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life is a book
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“To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is not to have seen Italy at all. For Sicily is the clue to everything.” Goethe (Palermo, April 1787)
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Deja vu in the rain ☔️
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Breathing dreams like air F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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. . .
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you had me at “hello”
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My Beat Generation Summer
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Go back . . .
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And then on the way home, I think about the fool and the other fools, and myself a fool. Hurrying away the past of tomorrow, like I hurried away the past of today, in the past. - Atop an Underwood, Jack Kerouac
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“Right off at the start, if you have your chair tipped back against the railing of the porch and look in upwelling awe at the night sky you will become a poet for a night at least.” - Jack Kerouac
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“Time, damned and cursed Time must persist, and does. New Time advances, destroying old Time. Time advances in its maddening amble, us stopping. All things persist and will not delay for one meagre second. Why ? Why ? Why ??” Jack Kerouac
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I am not a prophet, I am like Whitman a lover.
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missing the old days 💌
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and once again you will delude yourself into believing you wouldn’t want to return once again into that hour into that day into that year . . . into that September
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a love poem
