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Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore...

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Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore...

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth...

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth...

First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that...

First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that...