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“It’s Time”

The house A split-level At the end of a cul-de-sac. The woman Raven-haired (Dyed) Dark-eyed (Mascara) In gypsy skirt And low-cut shirt. We sit In a room Blackened By closed blinds. We wait. She has called The spirits To tell … Continue reading

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