Tombless
de Gaza
We'll drink the blood of birds and through all this change we'll wipe our chins and drink some more.
We are race horses.
Some of us are more happy about that than others.
Some of us more eager to win that race.
Cooking the meat kept us, not prayer.
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Winter in Her Blood
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Mostly Hair and Bones Now
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Calf
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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Routine and Then Death
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Crown
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Vipers
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Slutmaker
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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When They Beg
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Kicking Legs
He Is Never Coming Back
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Not With All the Hope in the World
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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How It Is. How It Is Going to Be.
He Is Never Coming Back
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Bishop
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Biologist
He Is Never Coming Back
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Windowless House
He Is Never Coming Back
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He Is Never Coming Back
He Is Never Coming Back
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Canine Disposal Unit
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Anthropologist
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Meat of a Leg Joint
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Astronomer
He Is Never Coming Back
