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THE BRIEF SURRENDER THAT THE NIGHT BRINGS

NEPTUNE'S CHRONICLE ON WEDNESDAY

Twenty-fifth of April of a year to be invented

Temple of God

Tuesdays, teas and blues

ON SUNDAYS, IT'S PEPPER ON THE TONGUE DAY

Of the wheat and the tares

Not to say i didn't talk about the trees

Note of my bad temper and disbelief in humanity

Before my eyes, you were parading naked

I'm still digesting the dough, but I'll give birth to something else!

Miller, Ronan & the deconstruction of the word

Of this craft of loving you in the extreme of passion

Confessions of a Bird