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By light, or lack thereof, and sound, or lack thereof, I’ve tried to disassociate and then return to find something strange in the most familiar. |
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Oh butterfly, what dou you dream of when you flap your wings?
rhymes of a poem that never ends
Funeral Tape
I Should Call Her
3 points
culture is something that is formed on the basis of the economy and of the class struggle
Born In Summer
The Act of Seeing with One's Own Eyes
Isolation
memory file 01
l'A.M.—a misheard love story
Resonances
Psalms
luxury poem
Hong Kong Mixtape
Diptera and Lepidoptera
Le plantain
Ex Oblivione
Woolgathering
Blue Bedroom
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