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Poetry is what happens, when your mind stops working and for a moment all you do is feel
- Atticus
Edward Cullen from Twilight
The first time we looked at each other, I thought just for a moment , that I've known you forever.
And those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who could not hear the Music.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
Pride&Prejudice by Jane Austen
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- Anna Akhmatova, from Anno Domini MCMXXI.
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No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai
I love the way he look at me, as I push breasts close together. To catch his gorgeous smile as his arms up straight aside me and thrusts me harder. I often raise my eyes to watch him. As he thrust his luscious strong hard cock in me.
I could watch it all day moaning and caressing my nipples.
Pride&Prejudice by Jane Austen
No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai
Woman's body is a canvas on which I should paint my finest drawing with my lips and mouth on it , on all curves, coming down with the song of moaning ...
Solemn sweeping, whispering wind. Blow away secrets kept, the sorrow that once was. And all that could have been. Leave but nothing, for my life was no more. Than that of a lone sparrow,
What was the flaw in me that I had so little faith in myself? That I wrote in secret almost ashamed that I wrote at all. Never feeling that I could show what my heart felt.
My mind knew and my hand recorded.
What if the air we breathe is really a drug that makes us see a dazed vision of the world but when people take real drug and trip, they see the real world and thats why they're illegal.