The Poet Enters - Ineffably
My art is perfect, it is made so by my skills; skills honed and sharpened by time and experience. I am the storm and the forest, the rustling you hear is my own; and I will be known by the sound and tone of my words.
Enter The Poet - On A Different Chapter
The life that we think we're living is just a narrative we tell ourselves; let’s hope the people we share it with are reading from the same pages.
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