Trente-Septième
leather bound books, dust covered homes, pawn shops, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under bright eyes, thrifted classics, an empty hallway, a spoonful of sugar, rushed handwriting, stale vodka, an old hat pebbles from the driveway
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