The water is bad
Marmalade, careful toast, butter in scrolls, tea
Talking to the old crew
That is not what I meant at all
The day of battle
The sun used to shine while we walked
I have mislaid the key
Rain all through the night, nothing but rain
The village is silent, except for the sound of the smithy, bang, and bang
I am traveling from the borders of sleep
Here love ends
I weep like a child for the past
She bathes and I watch, delirious
He climbed in the dark, looking for the sweet air
My little boat, my love
Her skin is soft, but something in her eyes is hard
I saw a naked man
The land here throws a finger at the sky
I drop a question in your hand
I am dying, I am dying. We are all dying
Cobwebs
The water recedes. It's mark remains
Groping along the wall, step, stumble, step
The soot that falls from chimneys
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