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Moriarty Thinks

Moriarty Thinks I’d rather watch the little morselsdart over last night’s dusting of snowoutside my sunny window seatturning up twigs and brittle leavesthan come when you call. My affection is not for sale.My spirit remains undomesticated.This world is mine but … Continue reading

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