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			<description>Gone into fireinto change so complexIt had to be forcedLost in a mixtureheavy bags andstained ragsunder slow drizzlefrantic footprints dryingAmong the ancient debrisin a fallen houseand stone spireLost in a mixtureof mud, shale, baubleswet ashes and charSee where he makes fires?in the char of my hou..</description>
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			<title>Moss over Stone</title>
			<description>I forgot about Actionand would not be castand watch nonplussedAs something long forgottenTime is Austere, filledwith all of this FearOf tears and teeth I have forgottenThus bereft and meagerliving strange and aloneA thing of vibrationof life turned to stoneTo all but Time and GodsThis one thing is q..</description>
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			<title>Mechanical</title>
			<description>The Shield is BludgeonedThe Armour is CreakingI'm Afraid to Discard itMore Afraid to Repair itWithout Metal I'm NakedBut the Price to Assuage itCosts Slivers of Bonesome Sinews and NailsThe Smith never SpeaksAnd the Transaction gets Cheaperas He heats the Materialover red Coals loaned from HellOur f..</description>
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			<description>Water websUndulatingUnder me, underneathThe pockets and cells shimmerBanded with lightLike cobwebs in windI was breaking thenBut some governors cameout of that chaosHer name was MetaphorHis name was SymbolAnd they spoke to meonce when i was youngI never forgot it</description>
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			<title>Grey and Waiting</title>
			<description>ImmediateUnprofound and FrustratingBubble eyes, bubble hivea million or so balloonsinverse and everywherescraping s**t in a small townstick bones forcedin my memoryI pose patheticallyAbsentI don't recognize fresh airAnd I lieI tell the same liesAll damaged men do</description>
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			<title>Obligations</title>
			<description>Fleeting around a dirty patchseeking dismal scrapsYellow eyes darting specks bumblinglike a pigeon, I used to only sitafter the bounty filled menow i am less afraidof competitionor activityor change</description>
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			<title>Those Moments</title>
			<description>						MovingPink tissue aroundin sections likewrinkled roses on the floorPause and try to catch upbefore the wind takes themmy heart sinksevery time that happens</description>
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