Monday, 6 January 2020


not even nabokov by the light of a coal miner's headlamp can deter them. the child prodigy blindfolded, paraded around all of europe. these tumultuous nights and dreams. i am paraded around the same. i awake to cry my heart out before sinking back reluctantly into sleep. there are a couple pieces yet on the board who guard me. the cats curled up by the edge of the bed, the tea candle burned off. my friend who answers my call, day or night.

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