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shotgun past.
twirling a dusk,
still a dawn.
haunting season
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truenorthavenue: "In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds. Simplify, Simplify." h.d. Thoreau
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- unassuming crosswalks
- smudged glass
- impermanent silences
- I'm That wolf
- dawn's addiction
- smirked back
- the same cud
- saw don king
- bullets in my bed
- a Darwin social life
- a heartburn of a shoppingcart
- raven and dove
- before the birdsong
- never been into wine
- chosen
- lightning ordains thunder
- turnstiles' diligentancy
- sleepy wills
- dayshow niteact
- portrait in a minor key
- burden of purity
- still smoking triggers
- shotgun past
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