Dead Man’s Melons
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
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Do you hear the dead man? – for dVerse
Do you ever hear behind you — empty echoes of the dead man’s careful gait? Do you ever hear his wheezing whimpering for faults of his, that you’ve copied faithfully? […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 