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figurative deaths

Each day I wonder if I am good enough, but then I die, and it all falls down like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and its guiding sticks have clattered to the floor, where there lies a metal … Continue reading

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Past the Graveyard

We were riding past the graveyard, listening to jazzy blues, or bluesy jazz, or is it country, over the teksi’s/taxi’s radio, probably hooked to an apple, as we ride past the Chayla graveyard, reminding me of a boy with long … Continue reading

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