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sugar apricot the whistle / signature cavern
coalesce by vacant lot of whispers
slammed by the doorway, the wrinkled toes of a year
wagon of indifference and drunken cowboys
coarse rubber & the idle banter of turnip'd growth
soldier's paddle eats lamp
bestiary
more sugar
pillows of thunder this country lane
this country lane of shadows and silence
falling down the hole with alice
the triangular meadow and sequinned glove
the lake is a harmonica
the lake is a swan
the lake is 12 bottles of dead police
when an eyelash stares at itself
& she is more beautiful than my rent-money
than a baby's hand
than air
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