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Telomere—

Telomere— the end is here— Cold leaf on a windshield— wiped— conducts the end of songs—

At Giardino Rossi

At Giardino Rossi before I sit to rest, a pair of little boots trip on cobble stones before me.

Beneath the columns

Beneath the columns a young woman sits to smoke into my bronchi Colonne di San Lorenzo European Respiratory Society: “Non-smokers are at …