This is an attempt at being laconic. This is concretizing a formless subject and cramming it into a one-dimensional space inhabited by words unheard of and unread. This is stretching four letters into a paragraph or, perhaps, a sentence running a marathon—ignoring commas, colons, and exclamation marks, punctuations posing as bright red stop signs, smelling of fresh paint and of trouble, warning of the accident waiting at the next intersection.
This is l as I know it, o as I remember it, v as I understand it, and e as I imagine it, sometimes with you, sometimes without.
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