Ah! The way you blush tonight
As my palms lovingly cup your cheeks
Facing each other entirely

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Lust

Don't dismiss lust, just yet.
It's the literature of love,
The poetry of our memories.

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Company

Lust without love is pleasure.
Lust with love is passion.
Love without lust is pristine.
Love with lust is poetry.

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We ain't limited by what we have.
Only, by what we choose to give.

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When man looks into the water,
He either sees dirt or himself.

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One day, you'll realize you were the oasis on their quest to finding their ocean. But it's okay, if you did your best, and perhaps, gave them hope in their most vulnerable moments. You may not be home, but a selfless shade is just as much a blessing. Remember, your story isn't about the traveler, but their journey itself. For, you are time, and its relative abstraction of purpose.

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A procrastinator is someone
with the cat's mind in a dog's body.

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Words are like a lake - a lot that seeps in and invisibly supports the trees from under, some to ease the thirst of the lost weary traveler, more to host a group of noisy frogs to silent swans and shy lotuses, and a fair share to selflessly just soar and fill the scorching day with clouds of hope.

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"Sounds & Language"

A creative origin story

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The little boy confused after hearing them all, looked at his grandmother.

"Who's my true master?" he innocently asked.

She peered from over her knitting and said, "they're each a direction within us, waiting for their own time. You're the only master, who has to figure out, when to be which of them."

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