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“No one explains this to you, he thought. That there are so many things without solution.”

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Jesse Ball
Jesse Ball

Jesse Ball is an American poet born on June 7, 1978. His poetry is known for its unique style and profound themes, and he is widely regarded as an outstanding figure in contemporary poetry. more

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