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It's four in the morning, the end of December,
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living;
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert.
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair;
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  • The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror Christopher Moore
  • The Three Questions Jon J. Muth
  • The Great Good Thing Roderick Townley
  • Monster of God: The Man-Eating Predator in the Jungles of History and the Mind David Quammen
  • Koolaids Rabih Alameddine
  • Sepharad Munoz Molina
  • Låt den rätte komma in John Ajvide Lindqvist
  • Earthsea series Ursula K. Le Guin
  • War and Peace Tolstoy
  • can't remember by André Gide
  • The Authority comic series
mar 11 2009 ∞
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