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"sir, kruger; writing from -" scratched ink. blue. 12:34 P.M. expresso saviente damuer; a postal on miller simmons street, J-143EB, paces left to rue-..
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in radio statics, i exist;(sing chorus, sing chorus) here, there; where do you stand?where do you stand?your heart beat rises;my feet dance; i'll seve..
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I(the unknown, the silence) - if my skin tremors of god; athens,and my pores vapour out, into thissky of abstract faith; (it resonateswith shivers of ..
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helvetica, i watch you pace around the room in steps - four - three; two then one,
you're covered in white silk; a vintage film,
dipped in coffe..
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my skinof rubber, melts;alongyour iron, hot silicone seams;as you lean, withintrigue,glancing with wet lashes - adense petrol heart;it beats, and carr..
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this scene is set from an operation room, and reflects the author's insight into loss and grievance.
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Stuck inside, my eyes sightful inwards;I stand holding the bars within me that confine,myself to a solitary recluse, darling;I wish I could know what ..
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( pitfalls deep into the consonants of my sound,i hear a deep black void, screaming in death echoes;with slipping crumbles of rock, the great ledge;on..
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trilogy?
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"i wrote as i burned, i was so in love with you. yet, so distant."
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