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- 07:54 am
A conversation, partly in words
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- 08:07 am
"... hearing oftentimes / The still, sad music of humanity, / Nor harsh nor grating"
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- 08:36 am
"i can remember / standing by the wall / and the guns shot above our heads / and we kissed"
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- 08:05 am
"Then mournfully the parting bugle bid / Its farewell o'er the grave of worth and truth"
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- 03:28 pm
"They would sit there and talk for hours--or ... say nothing, in all the languages of the world."
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- 08:04 am
"I will an ancient story tell, / A tale of meikle wo and mystery, / Of sore mishaps"
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- 08:44 am
"[A]ll we can love or high desire / Seems but the smoke of amorous Sidney's fire"
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- 10:28 am
"a time to love, a time to hate / a time for peace, i swear it's not too late"
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- 03:56 pm
"she builds a bird out of plywood and gold / for to carry the old souls on up to the sun"
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- 02:28 pm
"And the pines, -- dreamy Titans roused from sleep, -- / Answer with mighty voices, deep on deep"
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- 12:11 pm
"a little hug becomes huge instantly / don't add w don't add x don't add y or z / just add silent e"
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- 01:50 pm
"you can take it as a vow / winter's just the curtain / spring will take the bow"
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Active Entries
- 1: “sit down girl! i think i love you! / no get up, girl! show me what you can do!”
- 2: “the day bleeds / into nightfall / and you’re not here / to get me through it all”
- 3: “this is my desire / consume me like a fire / ’cause i just want something beautiful / to touch me”
- 4: “all we have to do now / is take these lies and make them true somehow”
- 5: “vuelvo al sur / como se vuelve siempre al amor, / vuelvo a vos / con mi deseo, con mi temor”
- 6: “life is very short and there’s no time / for fussing and fighting my friend”
- 7: “the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls / and tenement halls / and whispered”
- 8: “mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids/in fact it’s cold as hell and there’s no one there”
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