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We Have Roots That Grow Towards Each Other Underground. And When All The Pretty Blossom Has Fallen From Our Branches We Find That We Are One Tree And Not Two.

He Gets Into The Habit Of Thinking So Passionately At Night That He Begins To Be Persecuted By Insomnia.

Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being "in Love" Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

Family Law Is Institutionally Anti-male. I've Been Lobbying Mps, And I'm Not Going To Give Up Campaigning For Equality Until I Get Equality.