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Across the oceans Beyond mountains Deserts Believe that I will always come when you call.

I feel as though the sun should not shine when you are elsewhere: you bring the light with you and so rightfully you should take it away.

The first stir of compassion. Your eyes are not so dead as you would like to believe, your soul not so false, your heart far from frozen.

Voted most likely to fall off a cliff from excitement and spend rest of life wheelchair bound. Boy was everybody wrong.

and another person, wrapped in your soggy life - a borrowed rain coat longs for a love that might kill him —Šlepikas

Go, and be with the living. I will remain here, with the dead, as dead should justly be.

We are conditioned to respond to a smile. But a smile is a thing of razors, and even the desert jackal laughs himself weary in the night.

The people able of making our hearts sing and weep simultaneously are people worth keeping there, no matter the damage, just to feel alive.

oh let us go our friends never caught up to us we are only two - we aren't many - but we will never be too few —Navakas

Her eyes were full of war and her eyes were full of ruin They lit up the room

There's no "I" in "team" but there are several in "direct disregard of personal safety in regards to maintaining welfare of fellow agent".

The only thing I know of lines and their ends is that it's time to cut the one that connects you to my memory.

Hers was the thunder She was the only one not to flinch when the darkness called her name

I throw off my feathers, I change my shape, before the snow white waves of the lavine scatter me —Vaičiunaite

We woke to a loud peal of thunder and in the moment of silence that came after war was once again in our room, in our bed, separating us.

oh, find me hidden between your fingers ask wherefrom, just never ask how long [...] here is your star just never ask me - why —Navakas

You could make your home in me. I would nest you beneath my ribs or in the hollow of my bones; I would carry you behind my eyes.

I would gladly set fire to the parts of me that will burn with gasoline encouragement just to spare you a moment of fleeting chill.

A carnation is an eternity. —Cărtărescu

Drowning just below the surface shallows.