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A SORT OF SHADOW
DEATH RATTLE
TIME CRISIS CONFERENCE

INTO WANDERER LONELY

HAS ANYONE EVER CRIED ANYTHING OTHER THAN TEARS?

I JUST CAN’T

I DON’T KNOW

FRESHLY CUT GLASS
HEAD TILT LEFT
WITHIN OUR OWN SKINS

UNTIL MY TONGUE STIFFENS
PROTEST OF THE PHYSICAL
THE HEIGHTS
MISERABLE, I HOPE YOU DO TOO
I THINK THAT THINGS WILL BE FINE

AS GHOSTS SPEAK...

THE DENSITY OF BONE IN MY BROW
WORDS WHICH TOUCH EACH OTHER IN STRANGE PLACES

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