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Your love to me was like an unread book . . .
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"So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds."
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"My poetry, I should think, has become the way of my giving out what music is within me."
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"There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call the "breaks." In order for a writer to succeed, I suggest three things -- read and write -- and wait."
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"The play is done, the crowds depart; and see That twisted tortured thing hung from a tree, Swart victim of a newer Calvary."
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