Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Which Side, Paradise?
Through a window, a phone booth and a stranger, in dark glasses and a blue jean suit. A railroad not far from here and you can feel the ground stutter and shake softly… As the stranger stands on front of an old phone booth, in old New York City… Where the ghosts from the days […]
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2019 at 04:24PM,
flappers,
Freddy Zalta,
ghosts,
May 21,
paradise,
phone booth,
Some Poetry
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