I love you too much to spoil the immortality of a feeling with fleeting lust.
Contributed by: mara
No thing of all that is gives us hope that life is infinite.
Every loneliness was given a dream to join!...
Human memory – the first virtual library.
How much alike are people and yet so different...
Send me a whisper, but one so dim that only my soul could hear.
My being keeps me put. If I only had soul, I would be far by now.
I live as it happens, sometimes as a happy king, otherwise as a contorted boot. That is life. Who to complain to?
Patience – the true test of reason.
We are people – maybe the last meanings, maybe the beginning – the illusion of the only hope – life.
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