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Not much about myself to tell. Just here.
Sanity sat next to us...
I never cared for summer days
Nor winter snow and sleet...
I wish to him, the ill balladeer
That gathered guilt may dissapear...
With beauty herself draped in your word
Sounding the veins of any who heard...
The body vanished
The soul continues to march...
Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.
Success comes from the absence of ignorance.
We should each be free to develop our own talents, whatever they may be, and not be held back by artificial barriers.
by Mr. Darcy
by Ben Pickard
by flawed diamond