Drippings
All the tears
Of joy she sang.
And that they
Were a lie.
Of joy she sang.
And that they
Were a lie.
Drippings
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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