Knowing you I feel only that the stubble on my chin will keep growing like those endless subaltern dreams. Wishes are, are not dreams. The child next door grins with his dirty face. Smudges. Let my stubble grow into a beard of delight, passions. A beard that measures time in between tiny fingers. A beard …
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