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*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night
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The books I read have taught me 
almost everything that I wanted to know
almost everything that dwells in imaginations
almost everything that rules misdirections
almost everything that infuriates misnomer
almost everything that can be manipulated
almost everything that can be stipulated
almost every world that's not mine
almost every tragedy where I cried
almost every emotion that one goes through
almost every madness that one controls
almost every relationship that becomes lifelong
almost every little thread that make ties go strong
almost every little piece of bread that fills up emptiness
almost every act of truth that couldn't fight death
almost every pact of stealth that couldn't defeat lies
However, there's more to know
the more I read
and every word that I do 
turns me into a different breed
that needs to be at reach for everyone
that feeds to the compelling mass
to narrate a potent story that was told before 
even you and I existed
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