Hmmmm.
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Delivery
Delivery Ahead of you, still shut, the passageway Into noise, strife and time. You realize the rocking has stopped Labours are grinding down To a…
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Death Fugue
Death Fugue Black milk of dawn we drink it at evening we drink it at noontime we drink it at night we drink and we drink we shovel a grave in the…
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In perfect silence A life of toil’s achievement A science of sound
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