The Patron Saint of Notting Street
Every third Wednesday of the month, a tall shadow strode through the crowd along Notting Street.
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Every third Wednesday of the month, a tall shadow strode through the crowd along Notting Street.
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The bathroom holds all the evidence: cardboard boxes with wrappers inside, blood blood drops of blood
Homemade mac n’ cheese tasteslike honeysuckle nectar when you’resixteen and your friend has found the keyto
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I see him everywhere, slipping through neon lights like the wind, lost in the breath of
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My love is like taking a trip alonewith no one to call when the flight’s delayed,no
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Dante, or why not just call him Axel, awoke as usual because the dreams (he said)
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About this thing filling up the shiny glittery real: Instead of the embrace, act for a
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Mira notices the light first. How it cuts through steam, fractures into prisms against the brass