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| Land of Last Resort When a man wakes up, he doesn't know what's gonna happen. But isn't that just life? | ||||
| Night-flower Powder A short, fast-paced, wordy poem full of allusions to things we probably all feel. | ||||
| sleep is the death of the unlucky Sometimes, wanting something interesting to happen is that last mistake you ever make. | ||||