At the Westbourne and Chepstow crossing in the Carnival’s commotion There is this dark passage where revelers come to seek refuge the shadows In the relative protection from the sound, the lights and the moving crowd They stop to make calls and send messages like lifelines to improbable meets As rare as the snow leopard […]
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