from a bird-filled island to Manhattan. a creased letter burned on the stove. back porch sangria, apologies in the morning, indiscretions and lost hearts. a poem and a mistake.
Canada
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and so help me god if I don't get out of this town pronto I will detonate the doomsday device, gentlemen, so the choice is yours.
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music for the nobles in the castle, before they all fall asleep or are turned to stone, before the unseen players strike up their own instruments, safe...
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the dust of a plundered sarcophagus, hidden books in a tailor's shop, ugly words scrawled on windowpanes, fleeing housemaids.
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is this fog quite natural? sailors out of work crack their knuckles in the pub.
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