| I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda |















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Curious about who this Tanake Trang is?
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Had a violent struggle taken place?
There was every sign that lead there.
Witness found a switchblade on the ground.
Was the victim unaware?
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BryanC
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Me: "Jimmy, have you ever been accidentally tea-bagged?"
Jimmy: "Not accidentally."
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of. George Eliot
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"There is no way a beautiful woman can live up to what she looks like for any appreciable length of time."
- Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake.
I hesitated to raise this up here, but did #dAmnMed get closed all of a sudden?
What happened to it? (I'm guessing it wasn't used in two weeks or something, or that you had it closed.)
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-Culinary Arts & Fan Art critic at *devCRIT.
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-Shawn
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