Its like the poem begs you to get out and you resist and resist till you could resist no more.

Yes, it’s true Alya, seems like every word wants to be spoken or written, as if every silence and blank page needs to be filled with them. It’s hard to resist the temptation to use them, even though once a poet chooses one, there is no telling where it will lead.

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