Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts. All I breathe in, bleeds out, falls apart. Table cleared; dinner served - a modest start. Held back tears never felt pulled this hard. Dark skin, light hearts, unadorned, simple lives. I try to measure all my thoughts, all at once. And then things seem clear: we've been lost from the start.<br />
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			     Thanks to razvan