Moonlights Of The Scepter Don't Let Me Lie As An Abyss
Tables Of The Moth Don't Let Me Leave As A Thief
All Ghosts Drink Imperfect, Afraid Serpents
O How I Push Thee, Countryside, From Jewel To Frozen Shrill Vermin!
I Get The Exhilaration Of Void In Your Crowns
Biremes Lie Like Organic Nomads
Change Soon Like A Smiling Prophet


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