The Librarian and the Gangster: a city love story
A gangster’s work begins around 11 o’ clock at night and ends when daylight begins to break; this is the time I hear keys jingling into my lock. I rustle in between the sheets, hearing cars pass atop of wet pavement, the radio still swooning the sounds of the Grinders Grooveyard, old seldom heard soul [...]
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attaining things we never thought we would the photos from when we sailed high on the sun ship my smile consisting of snowflakes and sunshine our shadow that links has disappeared what with out him are we? lost souls that had once claimed the other as their prize mending the broken gashes of living your [...]
