

In the HeartYes, we are as mirrors cracked from side to side Imparting only half true knowledge Receiving faulty angled lightIn the Heart
What melodies escape our mouths Mean never quite just what we feel What wisdom trickles in our ears However sure, is never quite real
Our toils may be as those of tragic Sisyphus; An ant who builds his home below the tide line of the sea Our wisdom as of Oedipus May raze us to our feet
What are we then to do If our eyes be blind If our ears be deaf If false knowledge fills our minds
There would be no such thing as
John
Honor
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~Shiro~
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'When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes'
Desiderius Erasmus
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the more you try to erase me, the more the more, the more that i appear
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