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2 b alone
is to die
we all die a little
while being alone
feeling free and most alive
is to die
we all die a little
while being alone
feeling free and most alive
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11-11-2009
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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