theresconfettiinmyshoe - poems and mess
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Theresconfettiinmyshoe - Poems And Mess

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Be The Pond, Danny

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“Remembering is easy for those who have memory. Forgetting is hard for those who have a heart.”

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"All the letters I can write

Are not fair as this

Syllables of velvet

Sentences of plush

Depth of ruby undrained

Hid, lip, for thee

Play it were a humming bird

And just sipped me"

Emily Dickinson


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Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.


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