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RE: A brief rant about writing and an old untitled poem.
I don't know why I find these lines so touching: "All I have ever known about is absence...", "they are made out of infinite tunnels, that never reach a centre..."
Waves as tears, void as solitude... Maybe?
This is a really deep poem, dear. I like it very much!
Spot on! I think that's an accurate analysis. I'm glad you like it.
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