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strip of eyelid finds its morning
stupid little story
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summercycle iv
sun behind the cloud
sunspots, burnt into my heart
supongo que esto es un autorretrato
symphony for a fraying body
tectum argenti
tenderfold
terra incognita
thE RiNGiNG iN ouR EARS
that this is
that what moves: a limber wanderer
that what moves: does the leaf know
that what moves: fingerinesses
the PODCAST
the anthill in my heart
the backroads
the films we almost saw last summer or (maybe we should turn off the lights)
the flipside
the flowers and sorrow he gave me
the last five years or so
the lucid dream of the last poets
the night is drunk when we suffer
the resurrection of a leaf