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The Pastures of That Child

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Sporty Model

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The Period of Mud

  clanking without respite armature entity en closed in verb satura tion tipped to primeval space the round earth that transformed entreaty accepting vow els as speech these warring fractions divide the word to bitter places of return—words have no say in the matter

Severing

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Just Mean, Sentence

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Tracking

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Pride of Purpose

the steep singular that we accept turns southerly for light while rain becomes moose moss heron all spots in the sky seem knowing with just a version of care look towards the unsettled moon in the present day you can see what children can be without the mourning noise