stanza
(something profound; for it is so maddenlingly difficult to procure any sort of original thought processes about love; love itself being so terribly idiomatic)
------> stanza: allusions? nothing mythological. Biblical? literary. fallback=plath
stanza: end in couplet?
(what is so terribly ironic, matt foreman, is that the last "poem, structured" was for you in the sense that you wanted to see how the process was structured: how alarmingly we have developed, that this is for you in the sense that I love you, I do.)
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A thousand barren earths beseech, "love
Neither quite so quickly nor so well."
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words are beautiful.
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