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oscar wilde, all of us are in the gutter but some are looking at the stars -
out of all the moms in the world, I'm so glad you are mine -
qiu jin, don't tell me women are not the stuff of heroes -
robert frost, stopping by woods on a snowy evening -
robert frost, the road not taken -
rumi, be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop -
rumi, do you know what you are -
rumi, let the beauty of what you love be what you do -
rumi, lovers don't finally meet somewhere -
rumi, the wound is the the place where the light enters you -
rumi, very little grows on jagged rock -
ruth elora, a love language -
ruth elora, beauty -
ruth elora, holly and halcyon -
sappho, in the crooks of your body I find my religion -
sappho, love shook my heart -
sappho, may I write words more naked than flesh -
sappho, once again love drives me on -
sarah grimke, I ask no favor for my sex -
small spoonie -
sojourner truth, I'm not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star -
sojourner truth, the truth is all powerful and will prevail -
spoonie -
the great gatsby, he looked at her