Tag: poetry
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Sentimental value of the anti-climax
First installment of “stuff that comes up when I talk with my friends” (provisional series title) “These are just letters to me. I’ve let myself become dependent on her.” She says this in an attempt, however vain, to get me to understand the intricacies of their relationship. One that I could not fathom yet. I…
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