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The Sky's The Ground, The Bombs Are Plants, And We're The Sun, Love |
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An Address That Was To Skip Ahead Of The Gallop Of Its Own Sperm And Eggs And Wait For Itself In The Future: Letter To 2096 |
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Meet Me In The Space They Stare At Leaving Their Seat During A Show |
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It Takes A Million Years To Become Diamonds So Let's Just Burn Like Coal Until The Sky's Black |
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Our Lady Of Burning Thorns |
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O, When My Lady Comes |
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Perpetuate The Beautiful |
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And Youngest, Unnamed |
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Forever, Like Anti-Oxidants (Listen To The Sound Our Cells Make) |
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