I have these long periods of absorption.
Where I sit and try to remember every last detail of a moment. The color of the wall paper.
The pitch and echo of our voices.
The smell of cheap street food and the sound of angry taxi drivers laying on their horns
so far in the distance that it’s just background sound to sleep to.
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Alex (Pseudonym) (
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Ah, the echoing of our voices. Are they loud enough to hear your beautiful poem. I certainly hear you and your depth of thoughts. I think their strong, correct and thought provoking.
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