PROCESSION OF GHOSTS

YOU WILL NEVER DROWN (IF YOU ARE BORN TO HANG)

ROTTEN SOUNDS

I WAS SAT AT THE CORNER OF A TABLE

ANOTHER PROFOUND LAPSE

A VAST SEA OF WOUNDED FLOURISHING

MY POOR HEART ACHES

AND THEN SHE SAID: WOUND!

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