I stalk past a warehouse that I wish were mine, and hum the chorus of "Richard Cory". My long leather trenchcoat billows behind me; my frizzy silver mane is a flag to match it. The shadow I cast in the waning autumn afternoon would suggest invincibility to a casual observer
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I've been working on terseness as a stylistic choice.
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