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Inside he was colors rippling,Black and white on the out — The smoker, doomed survivorOf nightclub weddings and deathsAnd half-smiles…
Żelazo / Iron
tadpoles propel beadsup into the grave sunlight — what showers of breath!
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halcyon days is like unconscious seasoning,a journalist’s paprika, parched and too-red,used for…