I wish them well
by Patrick Howse19 Jan 2016
There is no The ghost ofentitlement desire fleesto youth the spectre
not even the of her fearcold remains of her lossof someone else's; of affluence;
stomachs calm, smiles fade to wonder, horror, pity.
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