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Y~ Walking alone

Alone, taking a walk through hell again...

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MISSY

Don't Presume

Thrush

Song Thrush On stark dead branch, The Song Thrush sings, Of rich men, poor men, Saints and kings. High on his branch, He makes his stand, A vantage...

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L'Amour

L'Amour

Good Bones

september 11, by default

The head fireman took his crew to one side and rubbed his brow with paradoxes of melancholy vigour. Everybody could smell the flames but somehow it seemed better to await instruction.

Moments

memories of moments, darling peeling...

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Z-The Blue Shirt

How much regret or sorrow was behind that badge.

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Y-The Walking Man

The wind whispers your choices my dear.

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