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May 2014
Tau
The box is open;
all its treasures have spilled out,
the sour milk that cures.

Then, a door slams shut,
and we can no longer move
where secrecy reigns.

On the other side,
one can find oneself anew,
wand'ring in the wastes.

Today, when I die,
I shall give my body up,
that I become free.
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
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   --- and Carla Michelle
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