THE ALHAMBRA
There are things underneath all of this that
even I yet don't recognize: the bellboy still
hops his hat, and the lamp-bulb hobbles.
Seeing 'The Scream' is all it was meant to
be, and I want to get back to do duty there
once more. My established verdigris is the
cabinet the Mayor leans on - he doesn't
know much else, just talks of his people
and his rye whiskey. What the difference
is, I am not sure. Yes, yes, this is a very
small town, a place where the walls
even know your name.
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