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Desert Storm

Trouble followed me effortlessly across the desert three thousand miles, a dirt shag rug lives at my feet, black armies scurry in …

Morning Murmurings

I was in bed when awoken by drunken whispers as faint as wet chalk, two fresh lovers can talk for …

Consider

I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …