The Fat Poet

The collection

Masha

  • Late

    Late

    I only stand here now, in this small crossing of lives, aware that I am late, but not lost. Because something in me recognized something in you as if the universe, despite its endless distance, still knew how to bend two separate paths into a single moment.

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  • Masha

    Masha

    I do not come with clever sentences or the language of certainty. I come only with the small trembling truth that appears when someone begins to matter.

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