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I write poetry because Orpheus looked back at Eurydice

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A love loss poem by Japanese poet Kikuo Takano with the deadly earnestness of a farewell note appended to a mirror (Tr. Fitzsimmons) Like two mirrors facing we gave each the other identically.

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Patio coffee with poet Louise Glück

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What a powerful first stanza from Louise Glück's poem The Wild Iris: At the end of my suffering there was a door.

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9 months

Hot date with poet Louise Glück

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7 months

A Leonard Cohen for the lovers You Do Not Have to Love Me I wrote all these songs for you I burned red and black candles ... I prayed for you I prayed that you would love me and that you would not love me

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6 months

Women we love Uruguayan poet Idea Vilariño

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Rilke on stillborn loves, in the excellent translation of Stephen Mitchell (bless his soul) You who never arrived And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image.

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7 months

Having a Saturday pint with good ole' T. S. Eliot

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8 months

My top 24 best poems read in 2023. #7 Rilke on stillborn loves, in the excellent translation of Stephen Mitchell You who never arrived And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image.

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5 months

Most of the great poetry out there is being written in bars, not MFA programs.

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No one wrote I am over you, bye poems quite like Louise Glück Here are my black clothes I think now it is better to love no one than to love you.

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2 years

A stunning Winter love poem by James Schuyler.

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One of my dearest poems by Julio Cortázar, who wrote poetry with that tenderness of feather and lilies he is known for. For his cumpleaños! After the Party And when everyone had gone and just the two of us were left how beautiful it was to know that you were there like an oasis

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Brilliant poem by Robert Hass wherein he reimagines the Odyssey: the sirens never were able to seduce through their singing

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1 year

I write poetry to gaslight longing

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10 months

Looking for courage with this beautiful Louise Glück Matins You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact I am looking for courage.

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Stunned by this T. S. Eliot. Because I do not hope to turn again Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still

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Crushed, completely crushed by this poem by Miguel Archete, on friends lost. I know that you are here in the lamplight, in the ash of this cigarette, and in this glass; you listen and watch me travel into the past toward other days, as I sit here and write.

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Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad and son Kamyar

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1 year

Nichita Stănescu's poem most quoted by lovers in Romania. For bae 🖤 🫦 A Poem Tell me. If I ever caught you and kissed the arch of your foot, wouldn't you limp a little after that for fear of crushing my kiss? ...

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In my 40s, so so seen by this Donald Justice poem Men at Forty Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.

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5 months

Women we love Nobel poet Louise Glück

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2 years

Mood poem. Of Absence Linda Gregg (While we wonder whether the moon is a mouth and whether it wants us)

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9 months

Love me a bad breakup poem Hesitate to Call Louise Glück The refuse. Done? It lives in me. You live in me. Malignant. Love, you ever want me, don't.

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10 months

Pulitzer poet James Wright, just being a fucken legend The Jewel There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind My bones turn to dark emeralds.

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I love bad breakup poetry! Illiterate Shadab Vadji I know a man who reads all inscriptions on ancient stones and who knows the grammars of all languages, dead or alive, but who cannot read the eyes of a woman whom he thinks he loves.

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Chilean poet Roberto Bolaño with his son

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Looking tonight for that word hummingbird. Raymond Carver Suppose I say summer, write the word "hummingbird," put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box.

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The thing I remember the most about Pulitzer poet Franz Wright are not some of his most stunning vulnerable poetry, but the fact that he would leave love notes scattered daily around the house for his wife and that after he passed, she kept finding his notes

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Needed a good cry this morning. This love poem by Richard Siken did the trick. Scheherazade Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, That means we are inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

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Lost count of how many times Mark Strand broke me down today The Good Life The good life gives no warning. It weathers the climates of despair and appears, on foot, unrecognised, offering nothing, and you are there.

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W. S. Merwin on one of my obsessions, Odysseus search for home. Odysseus Therefore he went. And what wonder If sometimes he could not remember Which was the one who wished on his departure, And which improbable, remote and true, Was the one he kept sailing home to?

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7 months

A sonnet in which John Berryman tells his sweetheart he is jealous her glass gets to touch more her lips than he does

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8 months

These are the poems that made into my top 24 best poems read in 2023 that I have shared so far.

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Ada Limón's heartbreaking poem written during the pandemic The End of Poetry enough of can you see me, can you hear me, enough I am human, enough I am alone and I am desperate, enough of the high water, enough sorrow, enough of the air and its ease, I am asking you to touch me.

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7 months

Espresso macchiato with poet Leonard Cohen

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Reading Leonard Cohen on my commute. You Know Who I Am If you should ever track me down I will surrender there And I'll leave with you one broken man Whom I will teach you to repair

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10 months

If you need a poem to tear up over tonight, this is the one. The Catalogues of Memory Gwendolyn MacEwen love we have learned nothing we have learned nothing not on the gold island not on the washed beaches we were two ships of burning glass we were two ships of burning glass

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4 months

This beautiful Rilke. To try to conjure some beauty to her night. Do you still remember: falling stars and our heart felt like a single thing beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance - and was whole, as if it would survive them!

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This poem by Rilke of farewell to summer in the translation of Stephen Mitchell is perfect. Autumn Day Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free.

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Linda Pastan, on the gaps between things. Consider the Space Between Stars Consider the white space between words on a page, not just the margins around them. Consider the space between lovers after a quarrel, the white sheet, a cold metaphor between them.

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2 years

Hit me with recs of obscure poets I probably don't know, but should. Obscure, but necessary poets!

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2 years

Denis Johnson Heart burning rubber Loving you is every bit as fine as coming over a hill into the sun at ninety miles an hour darling when it's dawn and you can hear the stars unlocking themselves from the designs of God beneath the disintegration orchestra of my black Chevrolet

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2 years

Something of old love for your longing Sunday. Still Life Jane Hirshfield

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10 months

Anne Carson, writing on one of my favourite paintings, Edward Hopper's Nighthawks. Nighthawks I wanted to run away with you tonight but you are a difficult woman the rules of you - Past and future circle round us now we know more now less in the institute of shadows.

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9 months

My top 24 best poems read in 2023. #18 This Richard Siken from his Crush is so so good. Scheherazade Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, That means we are inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

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Having a pint with Sylvia

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Fuck. It's beautiful how Rilke can save your night

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My Top 24 best poems read in 2023. Tied at #23 with Paz Hating Love Roque Dalton I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm suffering from. Without your hands my heart is the enemy in my chest Tr. H. Martin

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Some sad Neruda for your morning A dream of trains (Tr. Ben Belitt) I was alone in the loneliness of the train

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Lorca, coffee and the noise of morning rain.

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11 months

I find the melancholy of this late Borges, timidly letting us in as he looks back at his life, the things he didn't become, beautiful. Things that might have been I think about things that might have been and never were History without Helen's face The love we never shared.

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The heart-wrenching poem Paul Celan wrote to his firstborn son, who died at birth (tr. M. Hamburger) Epitaph for François The two doors of the world stand open: opened by you in the twinight

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I rarely think: "I wish I knew German." But when I do, it's to read Rilke.

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4 months

Aside Anna Akhmatova, Lars Gustafsson also wrote a stunning poem on Lot's Wife. For some it's hard not to look back with a cold eye And stay forever at home in a town, which, for that reason, doesn't exist

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10 months

What a stunning poem by Palestinian poet Ghassan Zaqtan, translated by Fady Joudah. Things that don't happen If a rose could protect the story I would let myself be plucked for it anxiously and patiently

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Unboxing my books. This shelf is something like my pride and joy. Most of my Japanese literature. You got a lot of Mishima, Kobo Abe, some Tanizaki, Soseki, some Haiku... oh, there was my Murakami phase...

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This Leonard Cohen. Just because. Well, just because @kisses4proust As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you, nor ever will

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Cosmology Linda Pastan Someone has spilled the moon all over the trees; Why am I afraid of the dark but more afraid of what the light reveals: this moonlight lies everywhere like a beautiful torn shroud;

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9 months

My top 24 best poems read in 2023. #16 This slick Jazzy Dionisio D. Martinez love poem Charlie Parker: Almost Like Being in Love These are the shadows of water when water is thick and no longer transparent. They are everywhere - on the walls, across the ceiling.

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11 months

This Dionisio Martinez love poem is perfect: Jazz, Charlie Parker and the eros of water and shadows. Charlie Parker: Almost Like Being in Love These are the shadows of water when water is thick and no longer transparent. They are everywhere - on the walls, across the ceiling.

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Love this Anna Akhmatova posing as sitting sideways on the couch.

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Poets be vibing at the edge of the abyss

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4 months

Well done, Pulitzer!

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A Statement From the Pulitzer Prize Board:

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Such melancholy from this poem by old Borges... Remorse I have committed the worst sin of all That a man can commit. I have not been Happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion Drag me ... My parents bred and bore me for a higher faith in the human game of nights and days.

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I write poetry because these thunderstorms cannot write themselves

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For Lorca's death anniversary Gira, corazón! Gira, corazón!

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What a fucking amazing love poem by Canadian P. K. Page. Find Me and when I see my figure through his eyes I weep as though I'd seen the ghost of all young girls, long dead, who never should have died.

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Yesterday I bumped into two rare poems by Clarice Lispector collected by her biographer Benjamin Moser. The one that stuck with me was published in Diario de São Paulo, in 1947: Flee, my terror, there's still time Double the efforts of your measure Plunge your wing in the air

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Poets be drunk on poetry

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Rilke lamenting the stars he sees are likely all gone, yet the poet knows which is still alive Lament And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists. I think that I know which one it is which one, at the end of its beam in the sky stands like a white city.

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This poem by Louise Glück... Oof The Letters Tomorrow it will be autumn. We will sit together on the balcony watching the dry leaves drift over the village like the letters we will burn.

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A behemoth of a poem by Brazilian modernist Carlos Drummond de Andrade Your Shoulders Hold Up the World A time comes when death doesn't help. A time comes when life is an order. Just life, with no escapes.

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Oh, nothing to see here. Just young Sylvia Plath being bloody brilliant. Metaphors I am a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils.

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What a stunning love poem by Palestinian poet Ghassan Zaqtan @GhassanZaqtan in the translation of Fady Joudah. The Lover's Song You have no clue I visit you every night to tell you my latest dream

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This poem by Patrizia Cavalli, on the fear of starting again. Sometimes, not always, poems find you. In other words: you must begin again. Oh savage fear. So build the little house again and gather yourself up into it hot-blooded swollen torn.

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You often hear about it without it being cited. Franz Kafka's will to Max Brod requesting the destruction of his work.

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I love how this poem Frank O'Hara wrote to his poet friend John Ashbery reads like a whimsical friendship note you would pass around in class to tell your friend how much you like them

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This poem by Vasko Popa translated by Simic just blew my mind in a thousand pieces. Orphan Absence Built like an empty gorge You smell of absence Alone you gave birth to yourself

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A Prayer Bogdan Czaykowski (Tr. Czesław Miłosz) throw me into a cloud o lord but do not make me a drop of rain I do not want to return to earth

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My top 24 best poems read in 2023. #6 This Gwendolyn MacEwen, because of her absence. Absences You have never looked so fine as now, when you are not here. - So shot with light, so sharply defined - I cut my eyes on the keen edges of your absences

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My God, how powerful this poem by late Adélia Prado At this exact moment on the 20th of July, nineteen hundred and seventy-six, the sky is thick, it's cold, I am ugly, I just got a kiss in the mail Forty years old: I don't want a knife or even cheese - I want hunger.

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I love, love songs of breakup that talk of books being love spoils. In this one FBC wants his Baudelaire Les Fleurs du Mal back and bemoans she took his books even though she only reads on Kindle.

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Song · FBC, Don L, Pedro Senna, Ugo Ludovico · 2023

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Has anyone ever understood Mayakovsky like in this Denis Johnson? It's after one. You're probably alone. All night the moon rings like a telephone in an empty booth above our separateness. Now is the hour one answers. I am home. Hello, my heart, my God, my President, my darling

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Fuck me. This Raymond Carver... oof. This Word Love For S. But that word love - this word grows dark, grows heavy and shakes itself, begins to eat, to shudder, and convulse, its way through the paper until we too have dimmed in its transparent throat

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Having a coffee with you

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2 years

Beat poet Diane di Prima showing folks how a poetry reading is done. Good morning

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Catherine Wing, a recently discovered poet for me, being the troubadour of lost love. Darker Sooner Then came the darker sooner, came the later lower. We were no longer a sweeter-here happily-ever-after. We were after ever. We were farther and further.

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Cerveza with Spanish poet Antonio Machado

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The stubborness of longing. I Still Have Everything You Gave Me Naomi Shihab Nye It is dusty on the edges. Slightly rotten. I guard it without thinking. ... I do not ache I would not trade.

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Good morning to the poemless poets only

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Just Canadian poet Gwendolyn MacEwen being freaking brilliant Poem It is not lost, it's moving forward always ... Do not light matches on the dark of its shore. It will breathe you out, it will recede from you. What is here, what is with you now, is yours.

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God I love this miniature gem by Salvatore Quasimodo, here translated by Allen Mandelbaum. And Suddenly It's Evening Each alone on the heart of the earth, impaled upon a ray of sun: and suddenly it's evening.

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A criminally good poem by Vicente Huidobro, translated of course by Merwin. Poetry is self-transubstantiation Poetry is a Heavenly Crime I am absent but deep in this absence There is the waiting for myself And this waiting is another form of presence The waiting for my return

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Such an exquisite and sensual poem by Vicente Aleixandre. Rain The waist is not a rose. Not a bird. Not feathers. The waist is the rain, fragility, a moan giving itself to you.

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Some Osip Mandelstam translated by Robert Chandler. Life has tired me to death; Life has no more to offer. But I love my poor earth Since I know no other

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What we had, we have. Jean Valentine's reading of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Orpheus: You. You running across the field. A hissing second, not a word, and there it was, our underworld: behind your face another, and another, and I away.

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Poets and cats! T. S. Eliot with a stray cat

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I feel so seen by this Leonard Cohen @kisses4proust agrees I am too loud when you are gone I am John the Baptist, cheated by mere water and merciful love, wild but over known

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