[For P.S.]
Someday, the "I" shall disappear, from bedside confessionals and tableside squabbles, from doodled margins in notebooks and pickled thoughts in solitude, as it shuts its tired wings and nestles into the eager embrace of the second person singular, you.
Someday, the "I" shall disappear, from bedside confessionals and tableside squabbles, from doodled margins in notebooks and pickled thoughts in solitude, as it shuts its tired wings and nestles into the eager embrace of the second person singular, you.
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