sean-winslowWhisper

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SunriseIn our bed she lay / Tangled, sprawled, and filled with grace / Talking in her sleep
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Mono No AwareForgotten are our pleas / to temper the dawn / So that even as the night lays silent
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The Night Is Deep, Oh MarionnetteI thought to those hands that draw my strings / *why do ghosts only haunt the living?* / Fear slithers down from the stains on my ceiling
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Fallout or The Siren Song of the Atom BombI am in wonder / of the softness in the rise and fall of your cry / growing melodic through fever
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Drunks, Bikes and Lightning Strikes.The warm vapor of saturated streets / rise and give chase / While she
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Concilium Quietem MensibusI remember you my ageless, / unyielding friend... / You come in the night
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PhobosThere must be respite in the ebon quake / lids like nightling moths, / fluttered above the littered fields
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The Casting DriftOn some northern, coastal bay / there is fallen dock / it does not have a name
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WormWe feel it. / The low tenor and shimmering soprano / it fills us with a teasing rhythm
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Charting the Ground that Her Kingdom BegotPrincess of the Tiny Snails / breaks bread with the Lotus and the Shrub. / It is said by some
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