For the best. (number poem)
I’m sorry I have to
Leaving
I need to go live again
I’m going. I can be strong again.
Start over.
For the best. (number poem)
I’m sorry I have to
Leaving
I need to go live again
I’m going. I can be strong again.
Start over.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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