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To Unlived Life
< 1 mn read Always at the door, or tapping at the window, it calls: “Please let me in.” In kisses and poems, where unheard words write unsent letters, it calls out to me, from books that fall off shelves, opening at pages where phrases stand like a wink caught sideways on Goya’s Dona Isabel as she sways […]
