Novel

That night. . .you return to the blinding cafés;
You order beer or lemonade. . .
—No one’s serious at seventeen
When lindens line the promenade.

-Arthur Rimbaud, “Novel

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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