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Stella on a Train
Stella received an early Christmas gift A bottle of blush sunsets Each was different in its colour They were often caught Within the harsh winter light And lit up her liquid eyes December 16, 2025
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Glass Butterflies
I received an early Christmas gift today A large bottle of glass butterflies Each was different in its colour They were often caught Within the late winter light And lit up my small back room
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The Path to the River
Is this is dangerous for me or for you This is dangerous for all of us The walls have ears and eyes You better leave now
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C’est dangereux pour moi ou pour vous
C’est dangereux pour moi ou pour vous C’est dangereux pour chacun d’entre nous Les murs ont des oreilles et des yeux Il vaut mieux que vous partiez maintenant
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Fever
I am ill with a fever The prognosis is unknown The immaculate virgin Is standing at the end of my bed Undress for me Holy Mother
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The Cinema of God
He will die of fever Before the end of the year But at present Is safe with me In our bed May these blissful hours Remain eternal
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Adventures in Foreign Places
In all of my journeys there is a constant The day moon follows me everywhere The sun rises the sun sets The world is full of Lithuanians My dog is full of health But he does not travel with me I record grand weddings with my pen And eat only chickens raised on farms I […]
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Lynchings Techno
I was walking along The South Western Coastal Path When I ran into an old friend Lynchings Techno Has it really been ten years In a World So Rotten Was very pleased to see me As dogs normally are I must give off a special scent We all walked together For a few miles before […]
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Iwan2cunakid
Travelling again It id vwey fogi eye am goin 2 c ben dover Bendoverizmionlefrend Via St Pancras St Pancwas Iz mi fave staychun eye wanna 2 c her nakid But itisfogianiamblynd
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My Fields My Golden Fields
Stretching as far as you can see Sunflowers Tulips and Silent Daisies Brushed bare beneath my bloodied feet Fields My Fresh Golden Fields Butterflies wild Hover over broken branches The war is over Liberty now stains the soil The Poppies are not far away