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locked out

The moon is shining in my eyes I can tell because the kid at the end of the alley suddenly washes out and I’m awake again. Now the rest of the night lies around me like a fetid swamp: I … Continue reading

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singing the song

he inhales deeply hoping lungs last and hits the final posting note the note soars on and on like a stretching fabric meant for a ballroom but used on a mountaintop he can see by the expressions his audience is … Continue reading

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dozing

The agenda was ready three weeks in advance and the lecture was polished as well, and the writers had gathered to hear the bard speak but he dozed, so the plan went to hell. Imagine the tempers and blood pressure … Continue reading

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