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Cut deep the veins thoughtspilling its inky lifeblood upon eternity's parchmentand cry havoc in your soul.
These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun.-RHCP
Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient
S Arthur. . . Hills jump with brooks.trees tumble out of twigs and sticks; e e cummings
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