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Season  If we saw seasons the way sunlight filters onto suburban street houses  and the melting, wintertime, sun splashing on to tree branch...

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    Things That You Cannot See  Nothing is warmer than a sunset Indiana's eve blows a breeze that can balance the universe green grass haze ...
  • Paper Trails and Providence
    Paper Trails and Providence True art is not aggrandized and it scares monsters away monsters make mad metaphors in mystery I pray as gr...
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    An Act of Worship Maybe another time Another place I would've kissed every side Of your face I step with the intrepid Love ne...