What kind of witch
doctor would understand
what binds
our souls
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- Every molecule in existence conspired to create us
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- I think I've been in exile for some time now, Wan...
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- So the breath that moved the cosmic dust that we a...
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- Let me be in the silence without you beloved I am...
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- your paradise is still waiting for you all you ha...
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- Did you write your life down in rhythm space your...
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- A guy that lived on the street in Seattle would te...
- Buddha called it "the lonesome path of splendor, a...
- Excerpt from a 19th century letter, on a cattle drive
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- Do you see that I tried to find you Did everythin...
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- Maybe she just put a face to the broken heart he a...
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- Scouring the places I've lived hoping there is so...
- Wanting to be someone equals failure Zen parables...
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- Where can I run to beloved We stole our hearts ea...
- I knew someone like me once looked the same (thin...
- Trying to have no identity But the world wants me...
- My one fire twin our breath is the same some lif...
- I forgive you now for loving me in the dangerous c...
- It's good (I've gone far enough down the ghost pa...
- I know I waited till after I became a ghost And t...
- Find ways to love people (flee not from their pai...
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- She don't read these poems She's not even real
- Fleeting thoughts of "being a real Person" (slipp...
- someone who would understand my pain without speaking
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- Andrew Sohan George
- "One can never drink too much strong coffee." I like; *70's records *those that shine from within *fast motorcycles *slow motorcycles *and the hyper-intelligent individual
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