- The words fill my head and fall to the floor
- This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart
- I am no bird; and no net ensnares me
- "here I am, here I am, here I am" and "so glad you are, so glad you are, so glad you are"
- laughter of green gems
- Black Marigolds
- amo amas amat amanus amatis amant amavi amavisti amavit amavimus amavistis amaverunt amavero amaveris amaverit
- the secret of the universe, do not whatever you do forget it
- fastness
- It is the blight man was born for/ It is Margaret you mourn for
- Dear Future Generations: Please Accept Our Apologies. We Were Rolling Drunk On Petroleum.
feb 4 2013 ∞
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