A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music.
| Kierkegaard
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Just like Ice
JUST LIKE AN ICE -CUBE PEOPLE COME AND GO OUT OF OUR LIVES ...
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