when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”
Walt Whitman is quite possibly my favorite poet
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“And then, one fairy night, May became June.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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