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this is what we poets do. resting our heads on the windows on winter tuesday nights. joining the stars into the patterns of all our favourite things. we create our little neverland. our paracosm. our escape. we dream on pages. we make words of soothing
conviction. we rebuild our burnt houses with bricks of gold and see beauty in the gardens of plastic lilacs.
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gold & lilacs
PoetryHuman nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS
