ollie-kennedyWhisper

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Untitledwhen do they think of, / lying there, bequeath of me- / aslumber gentle genocide

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Nov 20, 2012

Untitledthere were times / when I / fell asleep beside

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Nov 20, 2012

untitledthere's a certain ice / that runs through my veins / where darkness is a wallow

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Nov 20, 2012

untitledevery time I think I might / you spin me 'round in lucidity. / though they tamper, what they tamper

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Nov 20, 2012

I know the Redbird's Song.I don't know / why there is dusk to dawn, / grass on my lawn,

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Feb 23, 2012

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