Poetry
on July 16, 2016
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Poetry is
the sustaining space
between
half-chosen words.
It lives irreverently,
despite of us,
and it despises us
despite of those
who hold the words
in tiny hands
at night
like pieces
from their heart
still beating
poetry begins
when breathing ends
and effort
is surrendered
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