What flush of splendid luck spate of undeniable unquestionable good favor of glorious meetings with no eyes, no ears and no mouths. only thoughts of unmatched frequencies, and unanswered telepathy.
"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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