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I Remember Warmth. {poetry}

I don’t really understand poetry, no Unless there’s entirety, circularity, and illumination An off beat Unless I can hear the voice, Unless there’s some sweetness to which I can attribute a human spirit Unless there’s cradled attention, consistent and voluntary unless I can feel the softness

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When Did We Lose Our Dreams?

You are always ready to dig deeper, to do that art project, to quit your job and go hiking for six months, to move across the country, to apologize to your beau, to call your estranged parent, to kiss your crush, to dance in public, to read your poems, to start that habit, to ask that person to  ...

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