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my-Tune

Monsoon Abstractions

Wetware

You Are Here

Lysergic Deviations I

The Familiar

Fistfirst

I Suffer Fools

After You’ve Gone: Horses and Cigarettes

She calls to me across the pasture. Over here, I answer. Grasses shrink from her big yellow teeth as she approaches— weeds don’t know a mare's gentleness. And I still miss...

.carry me.

.shelter.