Sunday, April 28, 2019

11,716. FLOWERS AT THE GRAVE OF MAULIN ROGET

FLOWERS AT THE GRAVE 
OF MAULIN ROGET
You've got to love those French names. They
tipple off the tongue like doctrine; words and
things I can never say. Urns and cadavers. Do
they ever go together? Weep this willow weep
for me. Si je neurs, pleure moi.
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I never held a true icicle in my own two hands;
the large ones, so big they can't melt very quickly
at all. Ice and heart that big will never break.
Si je neurs, pleure moi.

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