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My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
Poet
Writer
Lacks
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Poverty

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Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
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Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
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