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Heart of the poetPoetry. Putting words into motion. Emotion. Letting the heart's beat hit the bleeding page, and weep the black ink from the poet's pen, laced with the salt of tears, with the sweetness of kisses, with the fires of rage, with the chill of death, and the poison serpent tongue. Jealousy. Emotion. Words in flowing motion. Beauty. Poetry.Heart of the poet
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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