will lie with the perfect verse footprint, "Maybe enough sleep so that the word resonates in the memory of a language that my hands know how to plot." Close your eyes and open them in the morning, knows that one poem can not be fouled by the act of sitting to transcribe. Is raised with the belief that the fall of his poetry a pale sheet involves the death of the same and adheres to the hope that this day finally weave some imperfect lines that will make you a writer of poems and not just a poet.
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