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So, here we sit, my love, at our own twenty-five,The years passing away — lost — while we are alive.It’s in moments like this I think to take a driveOut to the sea of something — never to arrive.
Tristan Robert Lange
Mario López-Goicoechea
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That was sublime. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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