Addict
There was something very beautiful about the opium dens. Bernard had known drunks who swaggered, drunks who sang, drunks who made merry and then dissolved into fiendish violence. In the […]
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Across
Across the street there is a pie cooling on a windowsill. It smells of berries. The red kinds. Before too long I’ll have to close my window, because I can’t […]
Pierce Nahigyan 