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Show me your art and I will consume even the smallest part of you, he said.
I was watching through the window, you were going through the dances.
I killed him today, he who does not exist
And There Are People in This World
Two roads diverged in a grey city
Things the rooted said (and fed me mustard and honey)
June 18, 2009
October 12, 2006
Paper wings, of course they've fallen
Deep inside, you know that some things are boundless
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
All Consuming
Dog Looking and Listening to a Phonograph
Beautiful things that have made you cry
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