We Were Always Eating Expired Things Paranormal Romance the world will end on

the world will end on a Saturday

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the pain of love

In the western world the suicide rate is highest amongst men under the age of 35

We Were Always Eating Expired Things Paranormal Romance the world will end onShortlisted for the Singapore Literature Prize 2016 for English Poetry, We Were Always Eating Expired Things is centered on our innate desire for connection, both physical and emotional. The poems deal with the impossibility of such an endeavor and celebrate our persistence in striving anyway. At its core, the collection is built around a very wise line from a Beatles song: I want to hold your hand. I want to hold your hand with no further