Where he thought he was dying, he suddenly grows
I have lost the ability to articulate
Coordinates
I will be so very alone
What I mean is, what I am trying to say is, light
They do nothing but sit together in a car, in the rain. How beautiful is that?
A uniformed man is opening and closing gates
Seven-Seven
Its all the same as I left it, including my body
The ground beneath them turns to water
His daughter is different, toast is different
The dog is limping
Every day, he doesn't know how, he is a little taller
Pin-hole
Was a Chapel, now a Church
The placement of a judicious comma
A list of wonderful books
I have been bleeding
I am happy to sign the warrants, just get rid
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