Music
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embers, all, in the embedded participatory sea
Dedicated not to him, but to the occasion of the only doctor to earn my trust familial trauma and societal trauma are cornered near the same conspicuous dime, standing always,...
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My good prison jeans
never able to truly take in air under this flat woven space without inhalers or morning, afternoon, and evening doses of the right measurements stolen victories in speaking to God...
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Raising the Veracity of Imparted Stock Brick Corn Feilds
Dedicated to Cat Clyde And the thousand year struggle Of at a stand endurance Where the light folds into a standard reference degression of berceuse tonality like seven years of...
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A Paris made kite
Without saying that the goodbye is on the way little is left of kettle illusions, but matches and doorstops boxes of wet matches, too soften the view of the cordial...
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parables from prison bathrooms and presents under terms
When bathroom breaks disrupt productivity we all know the coal is paying for itself Cat Power scorching the middle desk like a decking hall-bell postponed for windy hearts Age against...
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California Poppy Autocue
Calories and curio pagesmiths Ornette Coleman hyphen wars waltzing to the free notes that barricade fires in the memo engrossed charming, instilled wooden fretted agreeableness singing in a cramped style,...
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New Arrivals in Cortina d’Ampezzo
strings plucking aristocratic pilgrimage fine sets of hammers like portions of wine spilling guts for bare hens brown Water Pipits running down the Alps like soldiers from a train romance...
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The Sleeping Giants of Nesbinth
David Crosby brushed against my shoulder, gingras in hand, and we made fun of Neil Young “A man needs a maid,” Neil said. No, we said, you just lust for...
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Letica Saints Wade in the Water
Our tousled materiality and scope of reasonable diadem – hearts are dancing doubt in the cargo-river of Letica where beer, sugar, and rice, on the backs of dock laborers, invigilate...
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Soon you will have enough; Song for privacy
The burden of equity should have never fell on your frail shoulders, soon the fetish will be over I am sorry that you never had enough of these temple grandstanding...