at night all mafia mansions look somehow the same

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sleet falling and it was a sort of movie goodbye —
she forgot her boots + I miss her already…
silent wager, and a bad sugar high,
mouth so cold and so dry from many spoonfuls
of hard lemon ice…
there was a blanket so plush, mask and mantle baby
can make oh so much bread all day long
and walking through a new jersey mall evoked
less nostalgia than one would have thought
there was diner eggs and…