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It’s raining at the garden centre.
/ I walk through dripping aisles of potted herbs
/ in a cool green rinse of aniseed and…
It’s raining at the garden centre.
/ I walk through dripping aisles of potted herbs
/ in a cool green rinse of aniseed and…
That magician
/ who stationed himself on a pillar
/
/ over Manhattan
/ for thirty-five hours
/
/ knows nothing whatever
/ of loneliness,
/
/ or how…
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