Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24