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Morality is chill
poetry
The Flavour of Now
Prescriptive as a doctor
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The loneliness that wrapped her round
Rain
The rain beats into the gloom of my thoughts
The Blood of the Lamb
The dark tide of dream that flows
The Steel-Shop
Across the throbbing floor men run
Sea Horses
Eerie little creatures
The Fiddlehead
Fusing earth and rain
Wreckage
The tearful sun
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Here all pass with furtive, hurried feet
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