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THE LOWEST TREE

DEAD EYES (CAN SEE)

BLEAK AND BRITTLE

WALKING UP A RAINBOW

THE LONGER MOURN

ABANDONMENT (OF POETRY)

EVERYONE (FADES AWAY...)

SHOWING OUR TRUE FACE (MORE OFTEN)

HOW MANY TIMES (WILL YOU DIE)?

ALL THINGS (ARE HERE)

A HUSK OF DOVES

CUT MY THOUGHTS (TEMPER MY DEEDS)

EVASIVE GOLDENNESS

TO FALTER (WITH DEAD EYES)

ACTIONS IN THE VAST CANVAS

WE ARE ALL ANGELS