

Love's Long Awaited TaleThe DistanceLove's Long Awaited Tale
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she would find his amnesia, left behind in his forgetting, lying in full carelessness, on the creases, in between the folds of the letters. Manifold. But as always he had forgotten…. To leave back his amnesia. She decided to create her own amnesia.
She decided to tear his letters, off. Carefully down the creases. Exactly from their seams. So as not to hurt them.
He had written each of his letters in pencil, in some nights
Sparrow
Smile.
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Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known.
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"Rather than Love, than Money, than Fame, give me Truth." -Thoreau
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Don't cry, you idiot!
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Don't cry, you idiot!
Live or die, but don't poison everything...
- Saul Bellow
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