Those denouements of Chekhov,
Those dirges of Flloyd,
Where do you contain all those echoes,
Of the vastness and the void.
(How would you visualize this verse?)
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This late night walk after a tough, rough unending day at work. I am so, so exhausted. But this...sweet chutney of wind, lane littered wit...
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