experience concentrate
like poetry, only worse
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Diaspora
Johnny was a writer.
He had no choice,
but to move to Berlin,
where the avant-garde was waiting,
smoking small brown cigarettes,
and wearing a beret.
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