Erotica, poetry, bibliophilia.
I couldn't stop the nagging of why she will miss these things. Has she died or is this a matter of growing into adulthood?
Actually, it's about my impending graduation, finishing my M.A., getting a job, and being out of school for the first time in my entire life. And knowing I will miss a lot, although very little of it academic . . . . But I left it really vague, perhaps too much so. I just wanted to attempt making a poem out of a list and seeing what happened without much context.
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