"True or false, the life of man
Beneath her dress, so soft so thin
Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes
For God's sake hold the key..."Jack
"Jack went out one stormy day
To see where his feet would go
They took him from his sleeping town
Across land both high and low..."Maps In Her Wrists And Arms
"In the tent of powder and lace
Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand
Longing to decay
Waits to hear the sound..."|
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