The sirens
wailing on the wind
in the summer city
sing of death
while Sunday's sheets
set sail
and my clothes dance like dervishes
to barbeques
and babies trying on new lungs for size.
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I love stories, whether I'm reading them, dreaming them or living them out for the benefit of others. After spending the first two decades of my life in hot, exotic lands, I've finally reached damp, emerald England, the island of my dreams...
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