The trouble
with self-imposed exile
and burrowing
into silent corners
of solitude
is that they
are
so
damn
comfortable
and impossible
to try
to leave.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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