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I am a gadfly |
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
When we reach the summit
of any genre of truth...
When we are not equal, we lose each other,
we lose the winged self that once carried us...
You and I
have no time...
—Hey, old man,
do you want eternal life...
Meanwhile,
while you polished...
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Sometimes pure honesty |
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Man is free only when |
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We never are |