There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
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There is no poetry without want. Desperate want.

— Richelle E. Goodrich
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