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Tempus Fugit

Do look out the window, dear.

see

the autumn leaves fall

as the fires die

down.

◄ My Stillborn Child, by Jose Coleman

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Stu Buck

Tue 9th Jan 2018 13:48

lovely. i adore this kind of short, mysterious piece. the addition of 'dear' gives the whole thing a menacing quality.

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