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A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.
— Vladimir Mayakovsky
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When they shall paint our sockets gray And light us like a stinking fuse, Remember that we once could say, Yesterday we had a world to lose.
— Stanley Kunitz
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