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Father, how our circumstances have changed.Remind me, asI'm honestly insincere;We weigh words in troy ounces,Waiting in the drone hours.Waiting within..
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My god, when they'd sayWe're all the lucky onesWhen they'll sayWe're the fortunate onesWhile here we're stigmaticBleeding to the sound of drums.We are..
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How I wish to be a sin eater,Here among silent facesHere in this place of a thousand sunsHere where only the wild ones grow.Here I'd wish to be a sin ..
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Lacrimosa I-VII, The Tearful
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Amid the yellowed flowers there,I dream of pursuit and of folly;Furrowed, furrowed,Pursuing all that was worth pursuing. I stood there, once. I chos..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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IAnd all these are fictions too,In rolls of film, tuberculosis gray.We recount and recall as if we were madmen,Locked away in dresser drawers and foli..
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Laudatus sum, sed interfectus sum,Nunc ab hosti ipsis laudatus ero. IWoken up in the morning, in BrugesBy the gray fuzz and afterglow, to the sound of..
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II came out to the sacred fieldTo sing, to bathe there in the fountain,Splayed out among the flowers,I'd hope we'd lie here for a whilemusing, musin..
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Cheap soap, cheap girls,Strung out there against a bathroom stall.Swill cheap wine by the carpark fence,Ruminating on judgments thereAs moonlight sift..
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This is my sole release,A sweet relapse into my ownSweet Sweet Sweet myopic releaseInto an infinite span,An infinite brand of our own devices.N..
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