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79I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de Bieda
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the clouds of sunset
hold all the day’s colors tight
until the morning.
the world lights up once
again. and the clouds become
a blank, white canvas.
the sky is perfect,
fresh, blue, and wide for the day.
and it starts again.
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