Wands
The empty hour before boarding. We await
poetry
Upside-Down Cake
My upside-down cake tilts
Practising Death
I am lying on the ground
The Green Coat
She had it for as far back as I can
Spring
The sound of my oxfords against the asphalt.
Valeska
The table looks the same,
Yuri speaks from his deathbed
Marko,
Valeska speaks from her grave
Marko,
Rationalization #2: It's a Wake
i'd never covered a murder before,
Travel Informatoin
Too much sause ruins the ribs
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