Elastic bands snap. I snapped. You stretched me too far.
I live in India, in divine time. I am a monk. A holy man. A fakir. If I am to be myself, that means I must be silent.
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There is some humanity in my brain, and she grabs hold of it and pulls it out so I can be human and warm in that room; but outside it drifts...
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