Amir Motlagh,
life,
Thoughts,
words,
Short Fiction,
Fiction
Amir Motlagh
Amir Motlagh,
life,
Thoughts,
words,
Short Fiction,
Fiction
Amir Motlagh
love streams.
the sparse distance didn't illicit any particular feelings. it was understandable. time, and that windy distance eroded the the last remaining particles of love. the atoms of love, the protons, the whatever ons of that feeling. love equity, gone. nostalgia equity, big time. but so what? i've heard you say that before. i feel the same my love.
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