Quiet

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  • Childhood

    Quiet

    My heart
    Is round
    My eyes
    Behold
    All that is new
    To me
    I don't believe
    But I have
    Faith
    In the still waters
    Of this chaotic
    Ocean
    We
    Call
    Home

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    Papillion’s Poems (28)

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