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Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

Originality Is... A By-product Of Sincerity.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.

Repression, However, Is Not The Most Obvious Characteristic Of The Sea; The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.