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how it feels returning to the suburbia, walking past couples eating chilly popsicles from each other’s hands, while kids fall on the pavements — not a worry, not a melee — as the first full moon, overlooking us, beyond the double pulses built at the epicentre, witnesses all the wild, harsh river flows that taught us life. I am not the melodramatic aristocrat; you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat. will you make it through January when I still linger with December?
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
Months Passed Us By
how it feels returning to the suburbia, walking past couples eating chilly popsicles from each other’s hands, while kids fall on the pavements — not a worry, not a melee — as the first full moon, overlooking us, beyond the double pulses built at the epicentre, witnesses all the wild, harsh river flows that taught us life. I am not the melodramatic aristocrat; you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat. will you make it through January when I still linger with December?
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
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