The New Yorker @NewYorker
“He was like tissue paper coming apart in water. Like smoke in my hands. It had nothing to do with you, baby. You left when you had to.” A poem by @edgarjameskunz. https://t.co/5EKlRunS7Z — PolitiTweet.org
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The New Yorker @NewYorker
“He was like tissue paper coming apart in water. Like smoke in my hands. It had nothing to do with you, baby. You left when you had to.” A poem by @edgarjameskunz. https://t.co/5EKlRunS7Z — PolitiTweet.org