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Poetry is power. Poems have the ability to create emotions out of words. Through poems a simple sheet of paper can change the way you think and feel. The artistic ability to craft a rhyming poem that turns words to music and can leave you feeling that your very soul has been laid bare is pure genius. Art is often inspired by love, so it is no surprise that when you couple the force poetry has with a person's most intense emotion, love, you have created something that will resonate, perhaps forever, in the deepest part of one's being.
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)

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I like him in that you-treat-me-like-shit-and-I-want-more-sorta-way. I like him for the slaps he sends up and down my face, my back, my body, my soul. I like him because his cuts rival mine. For you, my love, I will do nothing. Or anyone else.
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Paris AFP - In one of the most eagerly awaited Paris art shows of the year, the ageing enfant terrible of French letters, Michel Houellebecq, does not disappoint. From a room full of erotic photographs of the women in his life, to a heart-rending homage to his best ever friend -- his dog Clement -- France's most controversial novelist gives his wryly cynical, "reactionary" but oddly poetic world view full rein. There is even a bar reminscient of the wife swapping clubs of his novel "Atomised" where visitors can pause for a smoke and a beer -- two of the writer's favourite vices -- to contemplate the full glorious emptiness of modern existence.
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
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  •   Gardaran September 9, 2019
    Just that is necessary. I know, that together we can come to a right answer.
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