Philip Gaber
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his shivering lifeA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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barfly tendenciesA Story by Philip Gaber |
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looking black upon meA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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a construct, a fallacy, a lieA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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her own private raptureA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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a spiritual sortA Story by Philip Gaber |
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the bright coming mornA Story by Philip Gaber |
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the tension, the existanceA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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the tension, the existanceA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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a rough full-contact loveA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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