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- People Have Their Hang Ups
- The Funniest Thing In The World
- Only Big People Can
- I Spy
- Stay Clear of the Sky
- Crumbs In A Basket
- One At A Time
- This Brain All Mussed Up
- We Are All Under the Same Sun
- Face
- So We Have This Thing Called Life
- Coin Slot!!!
- Inbetween Precipitation
- Maelstrom Hail
- Þröngt Meiga
- Yet Not An Inch Of It
- While Men Believe
- Velkomin
- I Feel Like a Branch
- Melting Transport
- Sun Hung Low
- White Streams on Pavement
- Þu Fannst Mig
- Miss Angela
- Are These Elevations Growing Hairs?
- I See You, Sun
- God, What Did I Do
- Choose Well
- Scenic Backdrops
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1 comment:
saután Þrir tveir Þusand og nín
maelstrom hail
i've never heard such winds
whipping & lashing
hips & ashes
felt so thin
chiming ponds
glacial swans
foundries in these boulder flakes
minus time
anomaly rhymes
epitaphs on my LED face
wandering cemetary
i'm sick of these foot steps
silence silence take these reigns.
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