http://modernsmile.com/products/modernsmile-mist-white/ The rest of this poem is nothing special to me, but I was very affected by these lines of Philip Larkin:
In everyone there sleepsA sense of life lived according to love.To some it means the difference they could makeBy loving others, but across most it sweepsAs all they might have done had they been loved.That nothing cures.
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