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How is it like? How is it like watching the twilight of an age, the war of a life already waged? How is it like falling like a star, pains of a past gone together with its scar?
By R. Bernardo4 months ago in Poets
"This is the kind of scenery that really defines the word," says Lei, who just got her doctor let her go to the beach, to John, her lover of 5 years.
By R. Bernardo4 months ago in Fiction
One day, I woke up with the telephone ringing by my side, with the television on but muted and with the windows open, curtains swaying by the wind's compass.
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