Olga Pavlinova Olenich



he was a beautiful thief in the night

he was a beautiful thief in the night with a handbag full of greek syntax there was nothing he couldnt do right or wrong – or up or down, or east or west, nothing nothing could steal syllables he’d tucked …

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Medea of Melbourne

he was a beautiful thief in the night

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