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That Night I Held You in Timbuktu

That night I held you in Timbuktu, my fingers spun your hair like a Greek silkworm god, commissioned by the aphorism: love is all you need. Bullshit. I swam in those inlets of dusty gold only to find myself shipwrecked. … Continue reading

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