A Record, A Wheel



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The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.

But their poetry is already soaking wet—-
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.

– Mahvash Mossaed
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  • Benvolio: In love?
  • Romeo: Out.
  • Benvolio: Of love?
  • Romeo: Out of her favor where I am in love.
  • Benvolio: *looks into the camera like he's on The Office*