My philosophy is, if one can't write it a bit differently, why bother writing it at all, no matter how pretty or motivational the work -- why repeat what others say beautifully? Creation is infinite -- why limit one's self, and one's God? When writing I throw out tons of publishable material, till a phrase pops onto paper, that has a hint of something original. Then I go with it. Let the Muse lead.
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Nothing comes to mind the moment your mind tries to remember, no matter how hard you squeeze your eyes or twitch your nose, but exactly how a random word pops into your mind to magically fit the line in your poem, who knows.
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"Grief pops out in all directions at the most inopportune times, and there's no way to prepare."
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