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twelfth night

below stairs is no more no little snicker when the ladle glides into the soup no moth-like flit of eyes behind the chairs when the napkin drifts to the carpet gloves have gone the way of ticking clocks

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garrison hear

three am voices in the front yard Okay, but I can’t be seen; they have an alarm you know— what are you going to do about the alarm? eleven pm cacophony Bats babble in the warm winter walls some sentient … Continue reading

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