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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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| For that Damned, Elusive, Charmer | 1 | 05/07/2009 |
| An Extended Epitaph | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| The Challenge | 1 | 05/07/2009 |
| The Soul That's Left | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Just as a Sweet Child | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| My Body's Favored Defense Mechanism | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Listen | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Eire | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Unimaginative Proxility | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Numbers | 1 | 05/07/2009 |
| A Sonnet | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Moonless Night | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Ink | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
| Who Wants to Fall? | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
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