Here's a balm of flower, solitary in the city, face-up in the soapy, lavender light. Its petals are like buttocks, its throat a swallow of tears (its leaves were swinging doors, but we're past them now).
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Here's a balm of flower, solitary in the city, face-up in the soapy, lavender light. Its petals are like buttocks, its throat a swallow of tears (its leaves were swinging doors, but we're past them now).
20081223-74 (flower)
My dear Fulvia: As you are already well aware, I live entirely by the produce of my brains, and for a long time to come all idea of writing is out of the question. I hope you do not mind.
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