He couldn’t sit still from the knocking inside the body, from the faint shouting, thinking this must be love.

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Playing in a band is a collaborative experience. And I think there are many musicians who know their limitations, and would be glad to team up with poets, songwriters, and performers. They just don’t know where to find them.

How sad and lovely, because in his poems everything and everyone was always dying, yet looking up from the page I had never before wanted so wholly to live.

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