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I am quite struck by the beauty of some lines today- both yours and Aristotle’s.

“… I only made

the middle part; with fraying ends

digressing into nothingness.

Yard waste of an intellect-“

This is the deliciousness of poetry; where muscle of mind and body contracts with the pleasure of it.

Yes.

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Thank you mom :)

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