Bum he’s folded against the urine-soaked wall like a note left in the rain, head down, greasy gray hair a bad luck charm …
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Fascists seize his curly locks stand him up for Franco’s firing squad cocked to kill urges crossing boundaries bullets fly to make Garcia …
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