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"You wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life's treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories."
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"Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way."
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"Aberystwyth (n.)A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for."
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"Until then her view of time was the present moving forward and devouring the future; she either feared its swiftness (when she was awaiting something difficult) or rebelled at its slowness (when she was awaiting something fine). Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past. She sees a young man disconnecting himself from her life and going away, forevermore out of her reach. Mesmerized, all she can do is watch this piece of her life move off; all she can do is watch it and suffer. She is experiencing a brand-new feeling called nostalgia."
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"You wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life's treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories."
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"Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share."
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"I think of you now mare than ever. It's raining today."
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"The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years."
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"Give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in."
Comfort
"How these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written."
Poetry
"May this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to."
Poetry
"To be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes."
Art
"The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts."
Transience
"How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words."
Communication
"Savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night'sdream."
Dreams
"Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don't knowwhere I'm headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I'm skidding forwardon this track of life."
Life
"Some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems."
Poetry
"Even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself."
Solitude
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