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How is the quantity of a feeling qualified with language?
Does love come in bunches the way flowers may, and if so, is that passé? Maybe love flocks like sheep before sleep and dreaming, or heaps up in a chest that bursts open revealing its treasure.
Anger might be a murder or a parliament of dark croaking throats with no physicality just burning and turning thought to ashy dust.

there are probably myriad answers
to one such question
i like the word panoply
poetry is the clothing for my invisibility

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