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September 26, 2011
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
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when my eyes see the smoke, my tongue burns like acid, my face tingles with starry numbness and every muscle screams for a break. I see you..
everything disappear..
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Poetry is not a turning lose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
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– T. S. Eliot, from “Tradition and the Individual Talent” (via cruelsun)
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