"The rhythm is my soul. Poetry pumps my blood. My perception is my oxygen. My thinking gives me strength. And my mind is a deep sea of thoughts. Yet my heart is shallow. And very fragile."
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Thinking Minds In Utter Solitude
Poetry"Physically living within a population. But mentally has a permanent residence in solitude." A couple of words can have a whole lot of different meanings and tell a whole lot of different stories. These are the collection of words, quotes and poetri...
