The living dead and the dying wander down Chepstow Like the irretrievable fall of the stricken angels Jack Kerouac’s scroll, unscrolled and consumed by its burning words Angels and demons look alike in the alcohol induced fogs Here she stands, looking at me, or is she looking at you ? A glance, a wink, a […]
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