We
unaccustomed to courage,
exiles from delight,
live coiled
in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its
high, holy temple
and comes into
our sight to
liberate
us into
life.
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my teachers going crazy I have no idea why I think as I see a pencil zooming by she got I I no name papers and 20 in here...
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inside your body's you carry around a three pound (1.4-kg) mass of wrinkly material in your head that controls every single thing yo...
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