
The New Yorker @NewYorker
Socialtitle: “Why I Loved Him” Socialcopy: “I can’t tell you Why I loved him or What it meant. When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field.” A poem by Camonghne Felix. https://t.co/cVjhxaCsio — PolitiTweet.org