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I HAVE SILENT POEMS

THE FOUR REALMS

HIS EYES WERE BARE LIES

THE BEAST IS AN AFTERNOON

DRUNKEN SAINTS...AND SOBER DREAMS

I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY WISHES ARE...ONLY THEY KNOW THAT

HE SCRATCHED THE HORIZON WITH STARS

LUNCHTIME FOR THE DISPOSSESSED

I AM THE ENGINE OF DESTRUCTION/CORRUPTION

AZAEL OF THE WILDERNESS

HE SMILED...SO SHE BROKE HIS FACE***

TOUCHSTONE CARPETING