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  • Re-introduction

    I am here again, the same square tile I stood on before I left. The fear was crippling and the thought of going on only weakened my heart. Stripped naked, ...

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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