As a poet, I've been schooled to never conjure up cliched imagery, but there is no other way to say this: we stumble over words blurred by our tears, at times our voices surrender to silence as the only fitting homage to the pure, uncensored honesty we feel unworthy to read aloud.
-- Richard Blanco, For All of Us, One Today, p. 100-101
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