Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. — Michele Brenton
Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. — Michele Brenton
Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. — Michele Brenton
Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. — Michele Brenton
Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom. — Michele Brenton
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Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom.

— Michele Brenton
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