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And the time that I spent growing older could be used to fill up what may, in the middle of never and nowhere, in the shadowy light of the day. I looked around but I could not see me – … Continue reading

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Civic Theatre

Sponge my mind’s watery leak With a three-quarter smile. Breaking silence with a clock’s hiccup Beat with tears that come from other places. The perfume of a bound book Sticks in the nostrils like a poor squatter. For on a … Continue reading

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