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(Dedicated to Hassan, my last drop of tear) If you read text like you sip wine- first with your eyes, and then, the heart You’re bound to be intoxicated by the written word. But in that moment’s worth of peace- whilst he who’s died a thousand deaths dies another and this, his last Consider it a privilege- that of having known life. And to have it known in the words of those who’ve lived— not enough.
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
Privilege
(Dedicated to Hassan, my last drop of tear) If you read text like you sip wine- first with your eyes, and then, the heart You’re bound to be intoxicated by the written word. But in that moment’s worth of peace- whilst he who’s died a thousand deaths dies another and this, his last Consider it a privilege- that of having known life. And to have it known in the words of those who’ve lived— not enough.
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
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