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always I was sunk into my old cane chair; the varnish from its handle faded to
pale brown and the jute windings on its backrest, thinned; with its floral
pattern now appearing to be a mesh of tangled sewing threads. With my head
dropped back on the shoulder and a small red cushion crushed to the canes under
my weight at my waist, I gaze at the wall ahead of me. Every time I shift to
sit up straight with the cushion sliding further down on my back, the timber of
the chair creak like a person cracking knuckles. Timid yet distinct.
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"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."
"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."
"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices.
It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."
"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."
"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."
"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."
"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."
"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."
"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."
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