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- They Move To Their Terrible End
- Men and Women
- It Has Been Said That
- To Cure the Soul
- But Those Who Have A Penis
- I Am Afraid of Men
- Tabernacle Walrus
- What Does It Mean When
- I Need
- Hope & Happiness Are Cancerous
- The Fault Was At Large
- I Liked It Better When There Was No Sun
- Wonderous Iron Rapture
- Confectionate Sugar Walls
- I Will Become
- Let's Think Back Now
- Curiosity.
- Moving Furniture
- I Like to Drown Drown Drown
- Magical Pageant
- Reflective Skin
- Dawned A New!
- A Bit More Collected I Am
- I Was Afraid of This
- Fuck!
- Glass Igloo
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1 comment:
12 July 2007
wonderous iron rapture.
The second time around hurdles me
zero gravity blinks & I am cloned.
Seven piers are named after you
& your smell has proved that
I am here.
I have always been.
you'll never corrogate all the
yesterdays
& helio spots.
This borderline race to your neck.
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