something late.
"you must be somewhere in London, you must be loving your life in the rain."
At times, this has felt like my first winter. Your leaving made the cold sharper. My scarf hangs me in suspense, and there are words like Turkey on my tongue, Armenia, my belly curving and dipping like a corrie in the Scottish highlands. I become obsessed
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and thank you, I did.
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