.Smoke rises from the ice factory on the edge,
on the edge of a city that exist in perpetual gloom.
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle
- "Go to the flour factory. There's something waiting there for you."
Under the window, covered by curtains,
all lacy and s.
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