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and would I know the winter still sliding down silvering the window soft whispers smoke secrets between the kitchen fire and all those winter fires gone before each ghost arrives upon the gale welcomed here beside the hearth each breath of my own rare and gifted by such drifters visible only in the smoke audible [...]

ruff/ on decorating the new apt

i dont want to talk to you maybe show you maybe not little more to the left but not really so close as all that morning when the door knocked open let no one enter without waking me barefoot naked knife in hand out the back three flights down running i almost followed almost let [...]

ruff

along and like wondering where and why gone like ghosted and missing you but not anything known hours like rivering moonlessly pass

this morning

this morning of streets emptier than anything from my deepest darkest youth. not even a beggar to drop a coin to not even a reason to unlock the doors useless to lock anyway. Ambrose comes so I open the side door he tells me about darkness and men so scared that only by killing and [...]