Life or Death, merely wind whispering names above the water
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Hear You Are Leaving Even in the cold blast of winter wind, the gulls and garbage of the seaport hear you are leaving. Hatless statues in ...
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Have no fear of having nothing Defined by one’s attributes or one’s possessions? Have no fear of having nothing. While one grows by exten...
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