Tag: Sally Ball
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PEOPLE OF NEW YORK by Sally Ball
I know you are dying as always, even you big ones from Queens, or from Nyack, and I’m in the habit of checking the clock, midnight again. Again no phone call, no lungs expanding and contracting
An Electronic Literary Journal
I know you are dying as always, even you big ones from Queens, or from Nyack, and I’m in the habit of checking the clock, midnight again. Again no phone call, no lungs expanding and contracting