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Omerta el prostitute (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

A cock crows steady for sixty seconds as a dog barks off in the distance and a car almost starts. Dark square of curtains seal out the morning, but he is still awake holding the letter with a bottle. It slowly slips out and shatters. Walking across the glass he opens the drapes and stands motionless. Two boys ride by laughing on bikes. Their seats are red & their hair brown. He presses his palm to the warm pane.

god'swife 23-Feb-03/1:35 AM
Blood on the tracks. I swear, you're on to something. Find find find.





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