Book-Eating Leaves

It’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...

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Wanted

People dancing high, taking chances, fitting somewhere, a sign: Wanted dead or alive. Why did he...

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Childhood Dreams

Your refection frightens me, where are you, childhood? I search empty rooms, gazing at the written...

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