Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


(the horatio monologues) vii

In Europe of the fifteen hundreds, everything was usually postponed ‘til spring. Warmer weather dried the roads and the soil; and plows, carts, and armies didn’t get bogged down in mud. 

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now that it’s may
and the frozen roads have thawed
and the thawed roads have dried and rutted

nora’s father’s forsaken wittenberg
left his stores and his house vacated

if you look in nora’s abandoned mirror
you’ll see already the dust accumulates

if i asked he’d tell me
too often you knocked at his door
and too often nora let you in


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