No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath for — SWANSH
No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath for — SWANSH
No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath for — SWANSH
No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath for — SWANSH
No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath for — SWANSH
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No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath forever.......

— SWANSH
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