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P.S. From The Editor

Other Histories

Endings

[Her face was beaten and bloody]

I Don’t Know How To Be Gentle

The Good Times

Here I am, at the end of another long-term relationship. This time seems easier than the last, but I can’t really tell — time blurs my memory out of focus.

The Nothing Poems

Nearly Singing

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Whether life or its meaning comes first becomes irrelevant

Whether life or its meaning comes first becomes irrelevant. Love is meaning. Life without love is meaningless.