john douglas porter @ blogspot
I wonder if you ever found the note I left in our flat in Somerville folded beneath the sugar jar. Beloved Aine, I’m sure it began
To be clear, the above poem is purely fictional. I have never lived in Massachusetts, and I have never been in a relationship with anyone named named Aine.
To be clear, the above poem is purely fictional. I have never lived in Massachusetts, and I have never been in a relationship with anyone named named Aine.
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