Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug burning chimeras to our chest. We love too grand, too pure to be of this world. The truth of our hearts echoes endlessly finding no repose.

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