Poetry:
in reverse chronological order
[Saint Josephine expired today]
[I'm so glad that you are dead]
[There is a rushing in my mouth]
[You can be careful with complacency]
[A taste not unlike acetylene]
Pilgrimism, or the Exploration of a Murder
Nobodys at the End of the Hall
[I go often, to the bank, you know]
[a nightshade curtian of sweetest sorrow]
["I've flown"] - a punctuation heavy poem
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