Dozens of Stuff


The chance to be love 01

To glide the formation of these great life friends 02

To true this centre with my great dead friends 03

Held by homing 04

The town gives             Always            It gives 05

The map rubbed by journeymen 06

The next wide eyed 07

Fur touched 08

The land in blind glut of its living 09

Little ones eaten or held tighter than life 10

I am a man now finding 11

And Bubha knows               I am good enough 12




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Dozens of Stuff


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