Forgive me for naming you
Your dark geometry
Not British
A clean, white apron
The wars come and the wars come
Two Jokers
I have not sent you a letter and I doubt it will arrive
Howl, Howl.
When all is said and done, at the end of the day
A tall bird in a small tree
Ping!
On a motorway bridge
You never asked what he was like.
There are men seeking my father
If October comes
GAS!
A dull light shines behind a muslin curtain
I think we should finish now
Consider death
This is not a test I wish to take
In a bluebell wood, bluebells
We could meet at the station
Virgin Mary
I'm beginning to dislike mornings
Peanut
A small bird, impaled on a thorn
We know love, little by little
A shadow whispering
Chapel
He was part of the place
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