Thine Voices of Angels Piercing Ears as Arrows to the Goldenrod Heart of God In the Hands of Sod

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Virgin Sticks Placed Upon the Three Fern Wells are Torn, Flown From Fingers Counting Ten, and Placed Upon the Jawline of the Burning Child

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Marching Grounds of the Dark Wood of Error, Paving Paths to Epigenesis, Preformationism Stealing Secrets For the Fifth Homunculi

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Old World Mice Becoming Pipers, Tails Used as Flutes, Giving Guidance to True Rats Lost In Transition

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Ringing Etna In the Morning, the Sun Embarks, Calling Master Blue Sheep Yellow

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11.46 Post Meridiem Dreamt She Was a Lightning Bolt, Dangling From Heavens Torn Open By Her God s Very Own Mutterings

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Waves of the Barque, Far Worse Than the Blight; Sonar Searing Settling Several Sores

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The End of Tridents Piercing Pristine Patches in Carelessly Calloused Charcoal Painted Clouds

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Seeing Saviour Face in the Shroud, Seeding Sprouts of Doubt, Peeling Away Clouds of Seven Severed Laces

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Her Gown Is No Longer All White Because in Tearing It the Son of Heaven Left a Little Rosy Stain

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Brown Kettle For a Black Girl

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Argentum

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Who Watches The Watchmen

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Lingering Beneath The Gape of Benign Skies; Children Watching Moths Flutter Amongst Heath and Harebells 2.23 Ante Meridiem

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I Am Not The Girl That You Think You Are

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Zollkriminalamt

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Spirit Wires Compact Into Mauldin Trenches, Waiting and Walking on Inertia

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Songbirds

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Lingering Beneath The Gape of Benign Skies; Children Watching Moths Flutter Amongst Heath and Harebells… 2.23 Ante Meridiem

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The King's Cross Becomes the Daughter's Gong; the Queen's Heir Becoming the Sun's Tomb

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