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“Amo, Amas, Amat, Amamus”

“Amo, Amas, Amat, Amamus” is a circle that draws you in with language that is beautiful and accessible, and strung together with grace. There’s a beauty/barbershop-type of conversation about familiar experiences with love going on. And then, without warning, the poet leaves you without a hand to hold, your heart squeezed tight in recollection of […]