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Isn't it sad that our eyes close? For who casts his eye not up to the Sun? And the sun is sublime...it is a departure. Sublime day, stay with us for night burns. We dream...of dusk, Atlantis, and a tumult of rhythm, bass, and celestial longings. I once thought Aristotle, Galileo, Socrates, and Plato were infallible. Yet here I am, shedding my clothes and shedding some light. The sand is abrasive. My heart ruptures. Speed passions ebb as you greet its flow - Laurence Hope Now we have glimpsed the enterprise of this small world. Here we will find passion in creativity and its music. Peace, love, and unity... |
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 A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps and spirals--- Surely they will travel... -Silvia Plath |
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