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dishes after lunch; suddenly - someone shuffles by the porch. I jump to the window - "mailman!". No, just garbage people... and it's still
snowing.

 
snowstorm
my cigarette stub
disappearing slowly

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Alexey V. Andreyev
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Copyright © Alexey
March 1996

...a poem in this room by Mark Stone...
vermillion dread
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