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( ) image of the sun is broken f-floating crawling shimmering gibbering just on the surface merely on the surface flow(er)ing afterbirth (swelling) when ... - Black Finnegan
black finnegan—liar black finnegan—something insensate black finnegan—who walks slow tall and long in the dark room black finnegan—whose words commoving as the ... - Dry Hand
My hand burnt when i touched her, and i dreamt for a moment bury me in a box of photographs, a thick bleak wind across my… your face is so slick slick slick i ... - Number
I can't see nothin' but a sphere and the children are all filled with straw filled with chaff (i'm flow… er… ing with the grains) i fear a dagger you struck m... - Un Cercuil Flottant
Le vent fun?bre, la soupir grise (la mar?e funeste) le vent funeste, la soupir crispe la souris grise in a flower-husk in a nonhouse, 'la maison de la non-maiso...
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