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sad-house-of-mortality: “This godless form that slams its rhythmic swing inside my chest – knows nothing of its crimes. A sunken vagabond and broken by wonders – traveling into a void. It hasn’t the time for guilty memorials. It lives on the wing of a desperate search – a hunt for bliss. And will be dead… Lire la suite Untitled

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November’s my favorite month, the downside of autumn And winter in first array, the sky Constabled now and again Over Kensington Gardens: north of the Serpentine, A pale light on the bright side of the dark, Everything starting to glide and refract moving just under water … Charles Wright, Zones Journal

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