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July 15, 2025

A poem is an object in a world of objects.

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Thought:

“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is uniform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch; as distinct too, yet as intimately blended.”

Edgar Allen Poe | “Berenice”

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