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The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist painting an artist...
The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 4:13 pm
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