tuesdays are for poetry

It’s comforting to know that I once sat next to this burgeoning poet of the century for many hours at a time (thanks to exhausting, sometimes delirious production nights for my campus newspaper). Bahar’s words sometimes want to make me weep, smile wistfully, and every single time they stir some sort of emotion I don’t even have words for… hopefully with enough reading I might just be able to put my finger on it.

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