This is an extraordinary poem paperleaves, it really carries, no drags the reader along, helplessly entranced. It manages to be at once vulnerable and powerful. Beautiful stuff.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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"real
loneliness
is not
necessarily
limited to
when
you are
alone"
-C. Bukowski