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    you are liquid night
    dripping down my heart
    a vision hardly seen
    like a phantom in the dark

    let's become sunlight
    and die a million lives
    let's create new religions
    cradled in the breeze

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    rimbaud’s Poems (12)

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