pritam-pain-song

October 12, 2025

Pain:
I inhaled it,
quietly like a cigarette.

Song:
I flicked off
like ash
from the cigarette.

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Thought:

“The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience.”

Peter Ackroyd | Foundation

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