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Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know It, Those Poor Old Dancers Who Come On Lewdly, All Pea-green Scarfs And Spine Pole.

I Tell You What You’ll Never Really Know: All The Medical Hypothesis That Explained My Brain Will Never Be As True As These Struck Leaves Letting Go.

The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing To Kill.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

Inside Many Of Us Is A Small Old Man Who Wants To Get Out.