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God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster When You Take Your Pill It's Like A Mine Disaster. I Think Of All The People Lost Inside You.

I’ll Affect You Slowly As If You Were Having A Picnic In A Dream. There Will Be No Ants. It Won’t Rain.

We Walked Back To Ideath, Holding Hands. Hands Are Very Nice Things, Especially After They Have Travelled Back From Making Love.

Our Names Were Made For Us In Another Century.