For I shall learn from flower and leaf
that color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine to grief
To living gold
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight:
Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn' t go away.
Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
They love poison that do poison need.
People don' t cry when theyr' e sad. People cry when they are fustrated or overwhelmed.
Immediately after the monster dies, die the heroes.
Greedy Fat Cat Community Member 
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