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New York City Ballet by Henry Leutwyler | via

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"I bit my tongue
on words like love
that had feeling in their meaning.
my pen bled
when I wrote these things down.
I wonder if it was trying to compensate
for silently pouring my heart out.
I line letters up like soldiers,
each sentence really packs a punch.
war was my only art.
I was caught up in destruction
tearing people down.
I wasn’t prepared for a surprise attack.
you infiltrated my walls
with your affection
and I keep trying to bite down
on words like love
so I don’t have to let you in.
but feelings are in more than I love yous
they are in looks and touches
and I can’t escape you."

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Robert Plant on stage at the Kezar Stadium in San Francisco, 1973.


And when she stood, she stood tall. She’ll make a fool of you all. Don’t ask for cigarettes, she ain’t got nothing left for you.

I never, she never, we never looked back. That wasn’t what we were good at. And when it came to love, we were not good enough.

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A white man carries a black girl on his shoulders during a march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Alabama, ca. 1965.

This has to be one of my favorite things ever

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