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    signs

    It’s the season where faith wakes up and sees its shadow, where the…
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    Curtains!

    So this is how it all ends, not with a bang but with a whistle. You…
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    out in the anecdotal

    It’s the numbers where they get you, the assembly that is accounted…
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    the repetitions

    The sun wanders towards the west hunkering down below the horizo…
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    touch

    I couldn’t say what I miss the most, now that missing is mostly all…
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    John Cusack in the rain

    What more could we want from the world? A road or two to hobble on …
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    harpoon

    You like to think of it like lessons, only they’re the ones that ne…
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    invisible

    You wake within your summoned skin, a sting of blue a slash of whit…
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    it’s a gift

    I suppose I could go from ache to ache striving down the line, like…
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    day glo

    So what of the run on night? What of the rasp and curl of a smoke c…