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Poets are those who are alone, if they had people, they would be their poems. So there are poets who have pieces of paper scrawled with words, and there are poets who have sinks full of dirty dishes. There are poems that people read and are moved by, and there are poems that live and breathe and move.
Which will you be to me?
Which will you be to me?