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for which one has responsibility
a particular public place dancing in the oleander there were Kent grass sills property of documentation minute tears collapsing on snowy skyline passes umbrella dust riddled affect a good era...
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Underground Water Trauma-National
roots of scarcity arched in directions right-handed and southern postmarks like a manufactured date to grant or convey liability charming ethereal singing posing without the assist of voices now that...
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Sitting on a shelf in Brussels
perhaps the most autonomous ending is the silent theatre with a stock stage countering all happy moments with grief the future will be held with a tried grip now outside...
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French hotels and model citizens
Under the ashen brush the leaves, proud and vacant stands a powerful straw man seeking the attention of the cameras remorse has gathered to see stranded like a forgotten child...
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Exiled memories of supra folk (Evicted to Germany)
like needles, fountain pens overdose the temper of the grocery list ascends there the market apprehends wages smoking tulips like it was sage rethinking the world’s obsession with rage foul...
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birds are the afterlife’s intermediaries (and concurrent judges)
rituals are birds around the corner on the street on which you drive they await you for days, for this solid moment, seconds in your life concepts are too near...
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the ritual of imitating joy in the U.S. encampment
habitat breathing enforcing an expected mandatory joy presence in this atmosphere is an ontological nightmare taking people’s money for the purpose of poor taxes, tongues of hypocrisy, ignoring the community...
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a night terror on a broken limb in the desert
look out loud to the abandoned desert where trees are pretending to be sand language across centuries to the most basic elements lost for generations sizing me up I had...
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theatre of hearts standing on stilts
a shell of any kind like fragmented radio wine patrolling the May Ostrich farm into the evening sickened with false starts and tagged tenor mountain clef dis-acquaintance sung out parley...