Distance, the dissonance insurmountable,would be not the end,but a magnet.When fingertips kiss,they imprint and cement something,that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom,the wind becomes an anchor,and old dreams- blankets of warmth.Lull with me, Lady,there is no greater escape.Love and war, even when buttered on toast,still makes for the breakfast of champions.

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  • Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection
  • Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression
  • War — Reflections on conflict, peace, and the human cost of war

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