SET 3 (23)
I cannot go into the nature of your work
And asbestos-empty lungs
I sat down at breakfast, opposite
I will lose sight of her face
I would like to finalise matters
In the bowels of a Welsh hill
Is it sad enough?
It always comes down to more or less happy misunderstandings
It’s easy, as if you are elastic
Jesus
Killing Bush
Known as Aber Mountain
Lately made of flesh and blood
Let me say that as of now you have no individual style
Like some first human being
Live without hope, work without despair
Look forward to hearing
Mint
Money for the wife at home
More inexpressible than all else is a work of art
My father I see and yet I can’t describe
Mysterious existences endure while we pass.
Never so much absence
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