11.1.06
Old familiar
dull and worn
the tool the vector
emotive borne.
We shudder
to feel.
dull and worn
the tool the vector
emotive borne.
We shudder
to feel.
11.1.06
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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