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Poetry

  • I walk down a street

    I walk down a street I see a stranger Walking towards me Time slows Noise fades away until all becomes silent Limp my body moves forward Pushed by some unseen ...

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I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away.
— Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro