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WE CARRIED FORTH; THE WHITENESS OF BONES ATONING TO FORGETFULNESS.
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WE CARRIED FORTH; THE WHITENESS OF BONES ATONING TO FORGETFULNESS. |
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THE BONES SANG CHIRPING WITH THE GRASHOPPER'S BURDEN BESIDE |
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AT THE FIRST TURNING OF THE THIRD STAIR |
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WAKING BESIDE THE TRACKS THERE WERE NO MORE FACES AND THE STAIR WAS DARK |
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DAMP, JAGGED, LIKE THE OLD MAN'S MOUTH DRIVELLING BEYOND REPAIR |
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MARKED UPON THE WALL THROUGH THE SLOTTED WINDOW, THE FUTURE OF OUR UNDOING |
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DESIRE CAME WEIGHTED BY THE BARREL, FADING, FADING |
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THIS IS THE LAND WHICH YE SHALL DIVIDE BY LOT |
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SPITTING FROM THE MOUTH, THE WITHERED APPLE-SEED |
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MR. HODGSON'S DELIGHT |
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FOR US NOW & AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH |
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I HAD NOT THOUGHT DEATH HAD UNDONE SO MANY |
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FORTUNE TELLERS DROVE US FLEEING FROM THE BELLIED MOUNTAIN |
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UNSHAVEN, WITH A POCKET FULL OF CURRANTS |
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IN THE COOL OF THE DAY, FORGETTING SELVES & EACH OTHER HOUR & HOUR, WORD & WORD |
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