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1 " like a note of music, you are about to become nothing "
― Robert Bly , My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy: Poems
2 " We will have to call especially loud to reach Our angels, who are hard of hearing; they are hiding In the jugs of silence filled during our wars. "
3 " It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down. "
4 " I knew this friendship with myself couldn’t last forever. "
5 " Those of us who make up poems have agreed not to say what the pain is. "
6 " My life failed on the very day I was born. "