I am only a little star.

It is always more difficult to live the poetry than to write it.

I’m not found sitting in darkness. I believe in his or her own

beautiful and weird idea. The poetry of ribcages containing

no sophistry, no pretension. Let me be that somebody,

whether anyone notices or not. All I want is the flag in myself to wave.

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