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Subversive poetry from an unruly heart |
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| The Dread Poet Michael |
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What does it matter If the four winds Blow my words To the horizon If only the Moon Sees me dance If only the river Receives my tears Did not my joy And sorrow go forth Weave into the fabric Of all that is and will be For what else Was I given breath? -5/18/2022- |
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