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3820kHzA C H T U N G / acht neun acht sechs vier fünf zwo / sechs drei eins fünf sieben acht null
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May 13, 2013
A Burial in DecemberThe sullen clouds of grey cloak the coast / As the ice cold Cuan whispers upon the land. / I brought in the wreath. Coloured of a small tortoiseshell,
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May 11, 2013
A MeadowSometimes I wonder / Whether I’m too gentle / Feeling your hot breath writhe over me
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Jan 4, 2012
Arausio*Morpheus, / Asclepius, / et Sulis Minerva
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Jan 14, 2012
Cemetery SundayA hush. A fanfare. It begins / As loved ones huddle close / To the marble hearth.
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May 13, 2013
Contemplationit starts as / a single / vibration
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May 11, 2013
Expresswhen a train is coming / that isn’t / stopping you know
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May 26, 2013
ForestI shall go to the woods / One summer’s afternoon. / I shall go to hear the cuckoo cry
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May 11, 2013
GhostsThey are found in / empty houses / sepia tinted photographs
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May 11, 2013
JourneysThere are days where we meet up / To walk under cool crisp skies / Made up of indigoes, lilacs and light crimsons
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May 13, 2013
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