MeganHaze

29/F/Texas Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit from A Wrinkle in Time. Every poem I read feels like a gift.

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