as november sun is setting
having taken inventory of seeds
permit the drift of consciousness to somnus' hall
my face against a mossy stone as sky went black and
distant traffic welcomed the spreading cold
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undreams |
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the blank stare |
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no |
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goodkingsbadkings |
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tumbled dolmen ii |
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temple music |
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calendricals forgone |
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