A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost
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Welcome to my corner, a Technicolor foray into the dizzying world that exists in my head. be mindful of unruly thoughts, and disobedient feelings. Oh and don't forget to watch your head, I don't want you to get blind-sided by any runaway dreams. Please be kind and ignore misspellings and poor punctuation. I am in need of an editor.
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