Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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how letters arrange themselves into words, how a poem is nothing but a collection of words that the breath makes eye contact with across a room full of other words that, in that moment, hold no meaning for me… but the words that make me inhale, or exhale, or stop breathing… that’s where the poem…
