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[god_is_drunk85]

Always learn poems by heart.

they have to become the marrow in your bones.

the flouride in the water.

They'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

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[astarcambiata]

And sometimes we can learn our hearts by poems.
What a maudlin reversal I have made.

[god_is_drunk85]

perfect.

[astarcambiata]

perfect?

Whenever is imperfection perfect, except in the most subtle of artistic compositions?

You know, for a while I had given up on writing.
But these days I'm slipping back into it.
Slipping like a snake with it's tail in tar.

[god_is_drunk85]

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