i.m. Saskia Hamilton I opened the windowto clouded sun + a floodof jasmine or was it fakejasmine the scentrushed in the room asudden garden + you werealready dead I did not know ityou did not know itnow I feel nothingthe feelings will comea surprise like the jasmineperfuming a city renownedfor its bankers and tradeits strade […]



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