Pets are living proof that the world still holds love.

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'Perhaps’ longs to be ‘also’— included and assured.

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Hell is heaven unchecked and lingering a bit too long.

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Sooner or later, even angels dine with demons.

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May poetry find you lonely, aching,
and where the bottle ends.

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People are collections of poems—some written, some read, but most left untouched, carried away on winds that never return.

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Perseverance is a measure of one's tolerance for boredom,
not a talent contest.

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With all its juvenile misadventures, June tends to leave a bundle of scars for July to heal, and August to set free.

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Arm your soul with truth, even if it means opposing the Gods.

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Truth is a ruthless executioner,
wielding no art but deadly in intent.

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