I’m sorry but if love wasn’t the point why was it the first language we learned?
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I myself stand in my own way.
Wislawa Szymborska, from Poems: New & Collected; “Under One Small Spark,”
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I’m starving for this moment to be mine,
Peter Cooley, from “Poem for Early Morning, Not an Aubade,” published in Bennington Review (via lifeinpoetry)
i dont wanna represent anything for anyone but maybe that’s inevitable when you exist