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| a monkey of lost earth |
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| mister's not a big kisser. |
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| not crying but singing. |
there was a brilliant ruby red dragon, and a neon blue, but this lass was the only one who would let me get so intimate.
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| deep fetching |
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| a great tree for david |
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| being a depressive i wanted to start mourning the island yesterday but then i shook my head and said silly boy it's here today. the poisoner levy and his army of engineers were blissfully absent. |
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| for luciano berio |
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| and luigi nono |
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| swimming to lolaploosa a day late |
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| sometimes without thinking i realize i'm meeting my ghost again. |
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| mulberry spider |
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| castaways |
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| he always looks a little concerned when i swim. |
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| the dance of the mulberry spider. |
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| strangers |
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| the enigma of arrival |




















































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