. . . throw roses into the abyss and say, "here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive."
• Friedrich Nietzsche
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May we know them by their limping. Votes will make my day.
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Everyday She Tries
PoetryYou fell in love with my flowers, but not my roots so, when autumn came, you didn't know what to do. ------ Quotations, lyrics and short poems I find vehement, put together. Check it out?
