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The Poets are Dying.

"THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)

Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named...."

@anthonyetherin

"Henry sats in de bar & was odd.."

"While close overhead clap the quick mocking palms of the Storm-Fiend" —Sheridan LeFanu

Diary of Avro Lancaster.