What follows is a poem I wrote when I was in love a long, long, long time ago. Like a lifetime ago. And I was in love. But things changed. Life moved on and I grew up. I realised he wasn’t actually a very nice person. So I left. But at the time the poem [...]
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Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.
- Gustave Flaubert
- Gustave Flaubert
