When it shall rain,birds will come out of their neststhey shall fly,they shall be free...i see rain through my window pane too can i...
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Ever since we are children, we are asked: do you love daddy? Do you love auntie? Do you love your teacher?Nobody asks: do you...
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found it scrambled in some old dairy..parched but true...how easy it is to hurt anybodyhow difficult it is to heal...how easy it is to...
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in to the blossoming buds behind the quivering breathsicicles hanging from the muddy roofsinto her resurrected essence... ...
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