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red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
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find the key
i feel it poetry lives inside you behind those eyes that hold secrets of unknown fertile lands why not find the key and open the door to your golden heart?
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wings of courage
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kindness (or love is a verb)
Teardrop by Massive Attack on Grooveshark “Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” ~Plato In my travels, I have been blessed with the gift of confidence from people. Sometimes they share it over coffee and sometimes, I get emails from people telling me about their past and what they’ve been through….
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extemperaneous intrusions
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
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true freedom
One Song by Rumi Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It is such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship set and waiting for us to sit down. What is praised is one, so the praise is…
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player haiku
first, you touched my heart i let you touch my body you stopped touching both
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