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realized that even though the bot is down i still have 14k here and i would be remiss not to use that platform to encourage you guys to help these families⬇️

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this poem is so summer and very mortal. sweet, sweet, and with the urgent knowledge of all that must end. still, what is there to do but open

discovered a new fav poem

We are still hoping that community will surround Imani and Sofia with community care and help them get to safety so they can recover! Please continue to bewst their campaign!

What I thought was love in me, I find a thousand instances as fear. (Of the tree’s shadow winding

nobody up post #poetry #zine

Raymond Carver • Ultramarine

"Am I too old ... ?" —Langston Hughes

uh-oh. making poems out of therapy worksheets again

@R0MANTICP0ET blame @elonmusk

dead poets bot i miss u bro

Free thinkers at seventeen?

We got it, Pittsie! We got it! Radio free America!

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

I'm being chased by Walt Whitman!

Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling. Gotta do more. Gotta be more.

There's a poet in you, after all.

What good amid these, o me, o life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists, and identity.

You can also imagine, maybe, John Wayne as Macbeth going, "Well, is this a dagger I see before me?"

But why do they swoon? Charlie, tell me why they swoon. Charlie!