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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	from me to you It threads away off towards time a line of months ticking a line of space falling away a thread from infinity to here is lifted and pulled taut by some hand and far away a misty dark image a cobweb curtain drops everslowly over the face of my love 4/94	next >