In the stillness after sorrow, a gentle flame of love continues to burn.

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When I love, I no longer know if I burn with longing or simply relive the withdrawal of too long an absence.

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Bury a prophecy — resurrection assured

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Only if ambition had a stink, it would smell like burnt human flesh: the acrid smoke rising from a human pyre of moral combustion.

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Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.
--Samuel Johnson

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Flames begin to burn from dying things,
the veil begins to crackle and turn lank;
The colors pull at heartstrings..

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Remember never to burn your bridges until you're crossed them.

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How wonderful youth! Before the Bubble-burst. Let children be children for as long as they want. Nature will tell them different when time.

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I think artists all burn late into the night. Seems to come with our creative turf, creativity more an inspiration than a schedule --

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Burst into hard laughter, because the hilarious state of things will not change suddenly.

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The fire they can't cool, keep burning them ablaze.

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"Anger is a fire that burns the holder more than the target." - Aloo Denish Obiero

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“When one buries jealousy deep down in the ground, instantly lighthearted happiness is found.”

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When you no longer carry the burden of proof, true freedom — in the wind

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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.

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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)

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Max Burchett, a writer, singer and songwriter, crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, soul shaker and captivator, hoping that in verse and prose he prevails

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"We are the ones who will overcome." Maxwell Burchett

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"No stopping now. We will make it somehow." Max Burchett

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"Winter is always coming. It is an axiom of life evermore." Max Burchett

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"Beware crossing the precipice of no return, into the abyss." Max Burchett

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"It was you for me with just one kiss." Maxwell Sebastian Burchett

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"It was famously said, love comforts like sunshine after rain. An expression of hope for what is ahead, a mantra for those who have known pain." Max Burchett

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"Would that I can find that through love I should see, though blind, the pathway to the will above." Max Sebastian Burchett

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"In the end, places are just markers for the people loved and remembered." Max Sebastian Burchett

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