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L'Ãtoile (Free verse) by Shardik
The apartment was across the street from a park and the Louvre. The
woman that owned it had a son that died of a drug overdose, in it. Sasha
was his name, he was my age, and I knew his older sister. My French was
shit poor, worse than a Canadians, so I'm glad that no-one paid
attention when I slipped off and visited Morrison's grave. The bust
looked nothing like him, and there was bird shit all over his nose and
right cheek -- Candle wax of some unrecognizable color had globbed down
his lips and chin in grotesque shapes. Appropriate, I thought -- Putting
my cigarette out in his eye. I then turned away sharply, and headed
toward the sound of traffic and the unmistakable reek of rotten fish.
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Posted: April 27, 2005 1:11 PM PDT; Last modified: April 27, 2005 1:12 PM PDT
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