and find myself somewhat less
soon there will be none
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- easter sunday
- the tomb of words
- inside
- tools
- over
- death inside creeps
- heart
- petty
- the man in the mirror
- fire-fight
- the hate savage
- Thanksgiving
- My American Mirror
- terse words
- prayer
- the price of life
- clock
- The Call Button
- Measures
- abandoned
- in me
- the six-legged spider
- masks
- hate
- human
- everything everyone has ever wanted
- stopped
- my father's voice
- the animal moments
- the year of the dog
- the moment of value
- a dream before dying
- the process of mourning
- the animal at home
- an acceptable loss
- outside
- complex
- lies
- away
- tears
- again
- lips
- hidden
- Autonomous Mode
- the luck of the draw
- the year of the pig
- now
- away
- unties
- none
- the hurt
- living as a confused face in a cracked mirror
- the new god
- when i was a superman
- the odd sadness
- general quarters
- a gift for the sea
- stopped
- beautiful mask
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