And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
I want you to tell me about every person you__e ever been in love with.Tell me why you loved them,then tell me why they loved you.Tell me about a day in your life you didn__ think you__ live through.Tell me what the word home means to youand tell me in a way that I__l know your mother__ namejust by the way you describe your bedroomwhen you were eight.See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.Do you prefer to play in puddles of rainor bounce in the bellies of snow?And if you were to build a snowman,would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman armsor would leave your snowman armlessfor the sake of being harmless to the tree?And if you would,would you notice how that tree weeps for youbecause your snowman has no arms to hug youevery time you kiss him on the cheek?Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?Do you sleep beside them when they__e sadeven if it makes your lover mad?Do you think that anger is a sincere emotionor just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother__ joywhen she spoke it for the very first time.I want you to tell me all the ways you__e been unkind.Tell me all the ways you__e been cruel.Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years oldbeating up little boys at school.If you were walking by a chemical plantwhere smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black cloudswould you holler __oison! Poison! Poison!_ really loudor would you whisper__hat cloud looks like a fish,and that cloud looks like a fairy!__o you believe that Mary was really a virgin?Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?And if you don__ believe in miracles, tell me __ow would you explain the miracle of my life to me?See, I wanna know if you believe in any godor if you believe in many godsor better yetwhat gods believe in you.And for all the times that you__e knelt before the temple of yourself,have the prayers you asked come true?And if they didn__, did you feel denied?And if you felt denied,denied by who?I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirroron a day you__e feeling good.I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirroron a day you__e feeling bad.I wanna know the first person who taught you your beautycould ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.If you ever reach enlightenmentwill you remember how to laugh?Have you ever been a song?Would you think less of meif I told you I__e lived my entire life a little off-key?And I__ not nearly as smart as my poetryI just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around mewho have learned the wisdom of silence.Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?And if you do __ want you to tell me of a meadowwhere my skateboard will soar.See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.I wanna know if you bleed sometimesfrom other people__ wounds,and if you dream sometimesthat this life is just a balloon __hat if you wanted to, you could pop,but you never would__ause you__ never want it to stop.If a tree fell in the forestand you were the only one there to hear __f its fall to the ground didn__ make a sound,would you panic in fear that you didn__ exist,or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?And lastly, let me ask you this:If you and I went for a walkand the entire walk, we didn__ talk __o you think eventually, we___ kiss?No, wait.That__ asking too much __fter all,this is only our first date.
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I want you to tell me about every person you__e ever been in love with.Tell me why you loved them,then tell me why they loved you.Tell me about a day in your life you didn__ think you__ live through.Tell me what the word home means to youand tell me in a way that I__l know your mother__ namejust by the way you describe your bedroomwhen you were eight.See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.Do you prefer to play in puddles of rainor bounce in the bellies of snow?And if you were to build a snowman,would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman armsor would leave your snowman armlessfor the sake of being harmless to the tree?And if you would,would you notice how that tree weeps for youbecause your snowman has no arms to hug youevery time you kiss him on the cheek?Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?Do you sleep beside them when they__e sadeven if it makes your lover mad?Do you think that anger is a sincere emotionor just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother__ joywhen she spoke it for the very first time.I want you to tell me all the ways you__e been unkind.Tell me all the ways you__e been cruel.Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years oldbeating up little boys at school.If you were walking by a chemical plantwhere smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black cloudswould you holler __oison! Poison! Poison!_ really loudor would you whisper__hat cloud looks like a fish,and that cloud looks like a fairy!__o you believe that Mary was really a virgin?Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?And if you don__ believe in miracles, tell me __ow would you explain the miracle of my life to me?See, I wanna know if you believe in any godor if you believe in many godsor better yetwhat gods believe in you.And for all the times that you__e knelt before the temple of yourself,have the prayers you asked come true?And if they didn__, did you feel denied?And if you felt denied,denied by who?I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirroron a day you__e feeling good.I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirroron a day you__e feeling bad.I wanna know the first person who taught you your beautycould ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.If you ever reach enlightenmentwill you remember how to laugh?Have you ever been a song?Would you think less of meif I told you I__e lived my entire life a little off-key?And I__ not nearly as smart as my poetryI just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around mewho have learned the wisdom of silence.Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?And if you do __ want you to tell me of a meadowwhere my skateboard will soar.See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.I wanna know if you bleed sometimesfrom other people__ wounds,and if you dream sometimesthat this life is just a balloon __hat if you wanted to, you could pop,but you never would__ause you__ never want it to stop.If a tree fell in the forestand you were the only one there to hear __f its fall to the ground didn__ make a sound,would you panic in fear that you didn__ exist,or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?And lastly, let me ask you this:If you and I went for a walkand the entire walk, we didn__ talk __o you think eventually, we___ kiss?No, wait.That__ asking too much __fter all,this is only our first date.
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