Broken umbrella
Frames like
Stymphalian
Twisting
Cranes
Refracting harsh sunlight
Pecking into the dawn
Chimeric and dying
Fluid and changing
Into the maw of Charybdis
One and all are dying
As a mighty phoenix
Now a helpless chick
We will start again
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- Um. Yes.
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- Born to Die.
- From There.
- A Vice.
- A Genesis of Fools.
- I Live To Feel.
- Hello.
- Vernian Joy.
- Styx and Stones.
- Should Not Should Not Should Not At All.
- Worse and worse.
- Why Won't You Die?
- Lemuria.
- Objective? Objectionable!
- Mercy.
- The Vine That Ate The South.
- A Tail To Tell.
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- Now when I say 'the other day' it could in fact mean any time in the past 18 years. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
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