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Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem

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Mahmoud Darwish

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“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”

— Unknown

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behind closed doors, i become an ichor-stained seamstress, stitching these fabrications and fabrics together to form some semblance of sanity for the world to see, so much so that even my cold pillow doesn’t witness my misery any longer.

— @bleakandhollow

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6th of October

It’s been a year, And what a year it’s been.

Right now, there are no clever rhymes in me. Only the echoes of old goodbyes.

I lost you on this day, When the sun sang its radiant irony. And when the southern breeze just began to chill.

I feel a dread. I feel a dread like a scab. That scab itches and itches, And I have no choice but to scratch it. And to bleed.

Oblivion is what I suspect you face. Not darkness. Not light. Not anything.

The scar you gifted to me Is the only thing I have left of you. When you went up in flames, I think my hope did, too.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say. These stanzas are scribbled notes. But I hope you know that I still love you just as much as before, And that the 6th of October is forever carved in my skin.

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— Charles Bukowski, from “Love is a Dog from Hell.”

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Elsie Rosaline Masson, in a letter to Bronislaw Malinowski dated 3 October 1927 featured in: “The Story of a Marriage. The Letters of Bronislaw Malinowski and Elsie Masson”