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Return to Sender
So I’ll bleed into wastrels’ West ( Read more... ) -
Your Boring Suicide
Odin slips down from the tree ( Read more... ) -
Pixie-Led
But the mind still will call ( Read more... ) -
The Red Sea
I tap the wheel, stare out into the red sea ( Read more... ) -
Heirs to Embers
We are ashes if the dream in which we were conceived ( Read more... ) -
Christmas Poem
The automatic door slid ajar for the scarecrow ( Read more... ) -
The Best is Yet to Come
The ferry slips into the rain ( Read more... ) -
On the Coming of August
So here we sit ( Read more... ) -
The Atonement
“Where are you going, pale stranger ( Read more... ) -
Darkling
While we were all singing of the Marquis de Sad ( Read more... )