Madonna (The Procession)
Fresh blows the Wind
Cutting through the cracks at the casement
Slicing across the sleeping faces
(If I were a good man)
The sharpness of ice covering;lsdjfa kut
Growling, James Sabre tears the sheet from his typewriter. “No good, no good, no good.” He crumples the sheet and tosses it into his already-filled wastebasket.
A glint of met…
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