Love himself is pure, when the heart is free from hate

So many songs are just a wink to the audience, but people take them seriously. &#39;My Humps?&#39; C&#39;mon!

My favourite
Oh! Its mine
Measures are taken up
To the little embodiment
Leaving it is disastrous
It sounds melodically
The beauty of it makes the love grow
The rhythm of a music played on it
Gives a ransom reason to hold on to it
I cant forsake it

An absence of information is not the same as information about an absence.” We’re blind to our blindness.

Written By Steven Johnson

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