August 2011
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“Write like no one will ever read it”
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“Vivo et morior pro quibus amo”
Black
Black is the sound of the strums of and acoustic guitar,
And in the sound of someone clearing his throat.
Black is in the aroma of a burning peppermint candle,
And it fills a box containing new shoes.
Black can be tasted in mushrooms and honey,
And in green tea on a windy day.
Black is in the texture of grainy wood, and the soft leather of a purse.
Black is refined and gentle, majestic and...
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“All that glitters is not gold”
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