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Last Days Poet
Language is the gulf.
Somehow, find yourself.
It started with the inside.
Don’t let anyone try to sway you to go the easy way.
And Never Stop Fighting
Although
A Promise to Speak
Places of Remembrance
Start From Your Stomach
Rise Down
Father, I Will Write What I Don’t Know
When Speech Becomes Praise
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Come Out, Come Forth
Your sad makes me song
Wrath
Two women grind
The (w/audio)
Sunship
She is eaten by flies
She is a soft bone
Reflect (w/audio)
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