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Family Time
I am a disaster and my heart rate knows the difference we pick apart our hairs, and our nose, and we feel all blind to ourselves, meanwhile an ocean away...
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The time is coming
Soon the wet towel will know Wednesday
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The art of sleeping arrows
when the moon is a sheep in the sky your routers slept when you stood in front of me with cases drying the wood around me disparaged and idealized like...
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the house of the survivors
I was moving so gracefully, coinciding with the basement praters, I cherished the company of Ferris Wheels, even earning extra points aside but then it arrived, a tinting of vision,...
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Passing along home from the Speaker to the Sea
a figure of speech that you have all heard countless times is just this type of internalization, so adequate and transposed all the illusions with the problems for this standard...
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six meters across from the furnace and sheaves in tourbel on the stomached dock
he really was not thoughtful about it, this one, to witness your breathing in false stunted air? like partially revealing the speech tonight….. if only there were aqueducts in the...
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watches stare out in mystery
whistling past the infirmary wondering which was the first to be let go now the train runs before you ricochets of horses damning you in the breach half past the...
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Taking sides on the life of radiolytics
Asking if you believe in the tragic with my back pocket with all the crimson starlings of the trembling target out and about along with my feelings this would occur...
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With Chan Marshall as my vocal exegesis (baton throws)
never, go out to the barnhouse icons no, not the disturbed relics of yesterday’s cast iron regrets, not to appease the giants, never take away from me more than I...