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“Dreams, I felt, are like the perfume of an unseen rose drifting in with the breeze, tantalizing us for a few moments, then disappearing into the ether"

A Red, Red Rose- A Search For An Identity,”
― Arun Chatterjee

“If something ruins my reputation in college and I get sent to jail or prison, I need to find a way to get back up by creating a better path for myself and leading a better life than before. Letting people walk all over me and mourning my failures won’t get me anywhere.”
― Keith J. Beasley, Bone Flake: A Poetic Maniac