Poets are delicate creatures. Much like artists, muscians and scientists, they are minds. Often, minds like those of poets are the subjects of their very work.
Poets can only be friends with poets. Poetry is the water of one poet's mind, meeting the mountain with tides of loneliness, rapture and exalt.
Poets seem to enjoy talking about their work. I mean, whatever else has a poet to do all day?
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