Or master the muse inside for cures to the way
I almost cried but stopped before the acid began.
I ran away over the carpets and tiles and stolen rocks.
To the woods, he says, the woods under infinite locks
to block the uncommon nonsense that may be drifting again from the places I have been.
Devious Comments
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I think your poetry type stuff is amazing.
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You should
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