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Poetry is the sound of every bone in your chest breaking

It’s sitting at the keyboard and bleeding (Hemingway)

It’s feeling the tip of the bulls horn as it breaks the skin and keeps going

Its the weight of water breaking the connection between your feet and the stone

Its the freedom within falling and the life ending sudden stop

Poetry is Yes, and no and please stop, please.

It’s not rocket science … its standing within the blast using words.

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