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Spin Rhetorica; or Grin: or If I Were Called In
If I were called in to construct a belief system, I should make use of birds A codified catalogue of values and full-grown whole known lur...
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I’m at the bottom of the world making my way up. People think you’re at the left side of the page and you’re travelling on a line that hea...
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The whole city is exhaling Hissing like swans in earnest Amp’d to the acoustic echo of cloistered coastal caves My ears as if muffled in s...
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from Another Man's Shoes Count my tears Diffuse my fury Show me my abode Set me free from the kangaroo jury Scattering the s...
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