i.   Raise a flag, cast a glance, and it’s all over now.   ii.   It was me. I triggered the mechanism that cut off my own hands.   iii.   When I had the chance, I should have kissed her with conviction.   Should’ve slipped her poems on folded paper, the sweat from…

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