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it's not yet new year's, but i just can't stop thinking about this poem
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he would recite this poem and i would watch him. not through the crowd but through a dark and grainy copy of that night. it was probably new year's in new york, in a venue whose name was rather new and yet familiar to me. sin-e. i would think about that video every now and then, and i would think about his words every so often. a poem. a prayer. for his lover. for the people in that cafe. » Continue Reading