"Poetry is like pooping. You have to let it all out. Sometimes it suddenly gushes; You can't hold it in. Other times it's hard to let it all out. And others still, you have to withdraw...no matter how difficult the pain."
- Sarah Kay
» a collection of musings that a restless soul binds for self-catharsis... all, under the haven of her starry, dreamy nights. «
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Starry Dreamy Nights
PoetryLiterary musings from a dreamer's starry nights and the unsleeping mind. •• updates at the wee hours of the night ••
