November 14, 2013
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The poet moved to a hilltop to breathe in pure poetry and he steeped himself in words and didn’t eat and didn’t sleep and only drank two sips of water a day and in his delirium, he wrote the most beautiful works of poetry about a world that only existed in his mind, and even though no one else could see it, to him it was real and wonderful, and one day, he packed up his bags and vanished.

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