The Jacket
Fingering the wrinkles of your leather jacket November wind clinging to the skin the cold zipper big by a basket full of sweet potatoes in the bronze reflection of the...
Read MoreFingering the wrinkles of your leather jacket November wind clinging to the skin the cold zipper big by a basket full of sweet potatoes in the bronze reflection of the...
Read MoreThe stopped voices go on speaking The breezes had lost meadows and found truck tires blasting smoke at the sky Flesh drifting seaward a scarf of purple and orange...
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