There is a city by the sea. A gentle company. I don't suppose you want to. And as it tells its sorry tale. In harrowing detail. Its hollowness will haunt you.
My name is Leslie Anne Levine. My mother birthed me down a dry ravine. My mother birthed me far too soon. Born at nine and dead at noon. . Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet.
My name is Leslie Anne Levine. My mother birthed me down a dry ravine. My mother birthed me far too soon. Born at nine and dead at noon. . Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet.
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Down by the lake. We were overturning pebbles. And upending all the animals alight. And I took a drag. From your cigarette and pinched it. 'Tween my finger and my thumb.