Art is one of those things
that you cannot rush,
that you cannot force to be created.
'Cause even plants do not grow
at the command of its master.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
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Art is one of those things
that you cannot rush,
that you cannot force to be created.
'Cause even plants do not grow
at the command of its master.
