The past
was filling the room
like a tide
of whispers.
Ross Macdonald
The Instant Enemy
1968
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Monday, April 13, 2015
Pulp Poem of the Week
The past
was filling the room
like a tide
of whispers.
Ross Macdonald
The Instant Enemy
1968
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