Tag: Poem

A Poem

Written by an escaped slave in London: *Gifts from the airport* One short week ago, I was dragged back through the vortex, back to Satan Cruz. It’s still there, still churning out magic and mischief and music. Though I escaped its clutches, still the Grimp and the powers that be pursued me. And they let …

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