packaged dew drops, a single plucked ray of golden sun, how i wish i could show this that i wish to keep, and give sown into the fabric of one affectionate affliction. just to remember me by.
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."
T. S. Eliot
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