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Hush goes the light silent, dark, and beautiful and the caverns of being are illuminated briefly, briefly then flushed ag..

yellow morning a misremembered dream grey kitchen grey curtains yellow curtains yellow a misremembered table, ch..

Each hour I trip over happiness and fall to you Chariot of wallpaper, retreating to the iron dream. The night is cool and I remember you,..

You are the thing I love in the hour of bandits, A wet piano key in the infinite volcano. Of all the things that converge in the shape of yo..

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