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sevynpetronella

All the Thoughts My Mouth Could Never Produce

A bunch of opinions that would otherwise stay in the company of my mind, and my mind alone.
  • Lost Boy

    The sight of what loss looks like.

    • Art
    1 min read


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins