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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Arithmetic of Letting Go
There was a hand once — open, unhurried, sure of itself, the kind that reached for things before it knew their names. Then came the scissors. Small. Precise. Labeled neatly — a. — as if loss, too, follows an instruction manual, as if every wound has its proper terminology.
By Prompted Beauty33 minutes ago in Poets
