After a few seconds without oxygen, where is the white man/woman or the black man/woman. They're all cadavers.
Hebert Logerie
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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A sturdy tree is not only knocked down by a storm but also by human folly. How many trees have you cut down traversing a dense forest and holding your breath?
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My mind's a minefield. To traverse it and make it out in one piece is a victory I'm trying to avoid. Let me load my paint gun with more colour. Reloading artillery now.
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A breeze stirs leaves, a gale changes landscapes. Be the gust of wind that changes whole generations, not the breeze that wavers a few opinions.
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