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I have tasted sweet wine
Milk from the breast of my lover
Dopamine thrust of success
Lips are licked for these
I have sucked in Bitterness
Failures rancid flavour
Bile coated pill of dead Ego
Salted blood on my tongue
This Cuisine of lifes lessons
spiced as it is
never tasting as expected by desires
Gives me the sustenance my soul requires
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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