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my tears live in a lake i never touch.
so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow.
what do we do when we are dying?
one might still offer even to the betrayed world a rose.
because all this mess grief makes, it makes with love.
it's a dangerous thing to have a soul.
i thank you god for this most amazing ache which is natural which is infinite which is yes
the true life is elsewhere. we are not in the world.
poetry pocket: thank you, ross gay