We put our souls into art, and the rest of us into life.
It is no wonder, then, that art hardly resembles life,
but nonetheless speaks to our very souls.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
