Such a longing for love, rolling itself up under my heart,
poured down much mist over my eyes,
filching out of my chest the soft lungs—
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Such a longing for love, rolling itself up under my heart,
poured down much mist over my eyes,
filching out of my chest the soft lungs—
“One has to work very carefully with what is in between the words. What is not said. Which is measure, which is rhythm, and so on. So, it is what you don’t write that frequently gives what you do write its power.”
Toni Morrison