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Sleeping beneath the sleet, palms to the dirt No lunar glare to
Sleeping beneath the sleet, palms to the dirt No lunar glare to mark our course Among the apparitions of a potters field The nameless, the lost, haun...

I’ve lingered for far too long in the shallows of this water. A
I’ve lingered for far too long in the shallows of this water. A body, cold and constant, embraces the gift of a daughter. To be wrapped in the arms ...