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An Alley in Midday (08/05/2012)
How would you remember me, the king of crows and carrion?
The flickering, waving seconds of relativity;
a muse's metronome beading on and off in notepad-dot-tee-ex-tee. Dot eee ex ee. Hours pass like minutes pass like days,
and we'd waste away;
a thousand flies deep of laying on our throats to scarcely meet each other's hands.
We can-- we can!
The wretched pile of vices caught in the tr...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 4:09 pm
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