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paul calderaro sur Paris, I have come to say… Stina sur I SEE RED! XJ sur I SEE RED! Stina sur I SEE RED! XJ sur I SEE RED!
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One thousand days
68 One thousand days 1000j Mille jours Since our fissure Opened wide Like the middle of a book One thousand days! How magnificent a measure A kingdom of time Ago Since I sat and wrote The first word, note Since … Lire la suite
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62 It’s all contrived That lumberjack shirt That beard Those obscure tattoos Those thick-rimmed glasses Your uniqueness is ubiquitous, Love. Oh, yes Call yourself a nerd And believe it But It always is Contrived Fashion Uniform Fear Search for identity … Lire la suite
One Demon Down
Until now I have called myself a weekend smoker, « such a light smoker, » and even, falsely, an outright non-smoker. Because I have always been a fairly and relatively light smoker AND, simultaneously, a marathon runner, I would incessantly debate in … Lire la suite
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55 Vagabond soul This I must accept I must remind myself When my hungry heart Searching for an anchor Casts off once again Crying invisible tears Into a lonely sea And my practical mind Only lets me fly so far … Lire la suite
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