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For Jules Recent graffiti despoils the faded peach, skin blushed walls of crumbling plaster, baked crisp by fierce summers’ heat. Grand canyons steeply cleaved in…
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Mahlers moody music instantly transports me to watery streets traversed by silent gondolas, gliding gracefully, beneath arching bridges. Mirrored in mysterious depths I watch reflections…
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The bridge is strong and gracious, proud. Connecting banks of dual self, and spanning black waters deep and predatory. Rapacious. Singing songs to suck you…
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