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Nah,
these aren’t poems, they’re images that merely take the form of
poems. These images cry; they scream; they fight; they sit in silence;
they love themselves; they see themselves; they’re bold enough to do
all these things. FROM
THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOLITUDE.
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